La vida
**Diary Entry 10th October** Ill never forget the day Emily came home from the maternity ward.
Dear Diary, My wife, Susan, was a fairhaired blonde and I, Alex, a deepbrownhaired man. Our love was
“Excuse me… where am I?” the woman asked softly, gazing out the car window as if she
Charlie sits in his wheelchair, staring through the dusty panes of the hospital window. Unfortunately
Every morning, I walk to my grandsons school. Im not a teacher or a staff memberjust an old man with
“Excuse me… where am I?” the woman asked softly, gazing out the car window as if unable
When the door shut behind Susan Arkley, only three people were left in the interview room Charlotte
Maam, you dont have a ticket. Please get off, I said sharply, eyeing the frail woman in a threadbare
My fathers second wife arrived one day with a giant box of sweets and two tiny poodles wagging their