La vida

I only ever knew my parents from faded photographs in a worn leather album. My mother had passed away

Im forty-six, a civil engineer by trade, and Ive spent nearly two decades slogging away for the same

Dad, please dont take her! whimpered the youngest daughter, seven-year-old Emily, her nose red from crying.

You’re on your own, you should let your sister have the house. It’s so much harder for her

Dad, please dont take her away! sobbed the youngest daughter, Katie, seven years old, with a nose raw

Im forty years old now, and Ive twice come within a breath of marriage. It wasnt for lack of love;

I married a woman who already had a baby. Eighteen years went by, and she left me. But her daughter chose

You know, the hardest part about growing up is watching your mum grow old. We complain about her so much, dont we?

You know, the hardest part about growing up is realising your mum is getting older. We complain about

Im fifty, and a year ago my husband rather unexpectedly went off to meet his maker. There was no lingering