La vida

Margaret Whitmore walked the streets of a small town near York, on her way to pick up her granddaughter

One misty morning in Manchester, my dad was driving to work when he stopped at a petrol station to fill up.

Gran, Mum says we have to put you in a care home.” I overheard Mum and Dad talkinga child wouldnt

For three nights, Ive been unable to sleep, my mind gnawed by guilt like a starving animal.

The silence of the bedroom presses down on me like a weight. Three sleepless nights have left me hollow

During their divorce, a wealthy husband decided to leave his wife an abandoned farm in the middle of nowhere.

I was mocked for being a “country bumpkin,” even though they came from the middle of nowhere

David wanted to take his mother back to the care home. He glanced into the box before leaving.

“Want my husband? He’s all yours!” said the wife with a smile, directed at the stranger

I was mocked for being a “country bumpkin,” though they themselves came from the back of