Author: Mitsuko Nagasaki

“Who are you here for?” asked Mary Fletcher, stepping onto the porch with Nicholas beside

Marian stood by the stove, flipping pancakes. Soon, her husband, John, would be home from work, and theyd

**Diary Entry**Every morning, I took the same route to my office, walking past the old quarter of the city.

Could this cruel, wild-eyed woman really be his mother? Her wordsYou were my youthful mistakeechoed in his ears.

**Diary Entry 13th May** *”Mum, its freezing out there in winter! The cottage only has a wood stoveyoud

“Mum, Dad was right when he said youve lost your marbles! I can see it nowyoure off your rocker.

The wealthy gentleman returned home unannounced and froze at the sight of what the housemaid was doing

“Mum, are you seriously giving our flat to your brothers son? And then you expect to move in with me?

If you knew what your precious sister was up to in the capital, youd never mention her again, let alone

One day, a wealthy young man spotted a ragged boy on the street. His clothes were torn and dirty, but