La vida

Oh, my dear children… listen, let me tell you how it goes when life sweeps you away from your own home

**Diary Entry** I’ve never been one to tempt fate, but here I am, hopelessly in love—with a man so handsome

Ah, my dear children, gather close, and I’ll tell you a tale that was once shared with me by a fellow

When Mum decided to remarry, Emily didn’t mind. She quite liked her mother’s choice—Paul, a calm and

Oh, my dears, gather close, and I’ll tell you a story—one that was passed to me here in the care home

“I want to lie down—looking after the kids is women’s work!” declared my husband, shutting his eyes.

Oh, my dears, gather round, and I’ll tell you a tale whispered to me here in the care home by the old

Retribution “Emily, you live such a thrilling life—it could be a film,” said Alice to her

“You only eat and do nothing,” she snapped, and so I quietly packed my bags and sold the

**The Call of the Heart** “Next!” called the nurse as another patient stepped out of Dr.