La vida

Dear Diary, Tonight I watched Mark march off to his callup, and I clung to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

**The Door Remains Shut** *Mum, open the door! Mum, please!* My sons fists pounded against the metal

Out of sheer desperation, she agreed to marry the wealthy mans son, who couldnt walk And a month later

I’m sorry I didn’t live up to your expectations. It unfolded like something out of a sitcom

Out of sheer desperation, she agreed to marry the rich mans son who couldnt walk And a month later, she

At the wedding my son, Samuel, had called my mother a golddigging beggar and ordered her out.

I dont know what to do. My son always sides with his wife even when shes wrong. Tears brimming in her

The door remained shut. “Mum, open the door! Mum, please!” The boy’s fists hammered

“Dont look at me like that! I dont want this baby. Take it!”a stranger shoved a baby carrier