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A woman nearing seventy stepped into a clothing shop. Her hair was unkempt, her clothes worn, her sandals frayed.

**Diary Entry – 18th April** *”You’re at home all day, doing nothing.”* “

A woman nearing seventy steps into a clothing shop. Her hair is unkempt, her clothes worn, her sandals scuffed.

“An Unborn Daughter” “Can you stop blubbering?! Everyone around us is staring. Thankfully, none of my

The hunger clung to them like a shadow, but every night, under the moon, he hid a sack of flour that

A Lone Woman with Baggage Emma raised her son alone. Her husband walked out on her over ten years ago.

“No Wedding After All” “Oh, my dear Poppy, you’re finally getting married!” Beatrice said to her daughter

*Lucky, Indeed* “Emily, let me explain!” gasped William, breathless on her doorstep. “

**A Stroke of Luck, Indeed** “Lucy, let me explain!” gasped Edward, breathless on the doorstep. “

The Lone Woman with Baggage Lucy raised her son alone. Her husband had left her more than ten years ago.