La vida

For a year I was slowly fading from an unknown illness, and just yesterday I saw my daughterinlaw slipping

Mrs. Margaret Peterson, youll mind the boys, wont you? Can we count on you? Claire pleaded, eyes wide

You’re not the lady of the house, you’re the servant. Emma, dear, just a little more of this

Did I even give birth to you? I shout, my voice ricocheting off the thin walls of our cramped flat in

I birthed you! Youre just a waste of breath! Michaels voice boomed through the cramped flat, echoing

Hell be living with us The doorbell rang with a sort of annoyed clang, announcing a visitor.

Dear Diary, Today Evelyn burst with delight when she saw me arrive. I pushed my battered flat cap against

28April2025 Diary Today marks my seventieth birthday. Ive raised three children, and my dear wife, Margaret

A year passed as I withered away from an unknown illness, and just yesterday I saw my daughterinlaw sprinkling

Come down to earth, I told her. Mum, can you imagine if I got a place at Oxford? Their linguistics department