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Author: Harlan Covington
As Mum and I were heading home from the market, I spotted him first. He wasnt curled up under the bench
I see you, dont hide. What are you doing in our stairwell? The cat looked up guiltily, shifting its frost-heavy
Emily stepped slowly onto the perfectly trimmed lawn, as if walking onto a stage. Every movement was
That night when I stepped out onto the street, I had no idea where my path would lead. My suitcase felt
**Diary Entry 12th December** *”Leave her here, let her freeze to death!”* they said, dumping
A Wealthy Lady Visits Her Sons Grave and Finds a Weary Barmaid with a Babe What She Unearthed Altered
Spotting the dog lying by the bench, she rushed over. Her gaze fell on the leash, carelessly left behind
**Diary Entry 12th May** Ive always known that my mother and sister saw me as little more than a walletnever
I severed ties with my familyand for the first time, I breathe freely. Growing up, I believed family
I shall never forget the day I found a crying baby in a pram outside my neighbours door. Mrs.