La vida

**Diary Entry** I first met Daniel at a party hosted by a mutual friend—charismatic, charming, and smiling

“Well, he won’t be coming…” sighed Valentina Sergeyevna with a heavy heart. “

“We only wanted to help our neighbour, and in return, we got reported to the authorities.

I kicked my mother-in-law out of the house—and I don’t feel an ounce of guilt. Hello. I want to share

I just wanted a quiet dinner with friends—but an unexpected guest turned the evening into a nightmare.

I kicked my mother-in-law out of the house—and I don’t feel a shred of guilt. Not one bit. Hello.

*”This is why my son told me I wasn’t invited to his wedding”*: He tried to comfort me by

I always believed in second chances. I thought that if love was real, it would find its way through pain

I used to believe in second chances. Thought that if love was real, it’d find its way back no matter

“We only wanted to help our neighbour, and in return, we got reported. Is this gratitude?!” —A social