La vida
**Diary Entry** Ill never forget the day Emily missed her job interview to help an elderly man who collapsed
My stepson proved that old saying wrongyou know, the one about only “real mums”
“Sir may I eat with you?” The homeless girls voice, soft and trembling, cut through the hum
My stepson defied that old saying: only real mothers belong at the front! When I married my husband
Waking in the dead of night, Emily felt the empty space beside her. Disoriented, she reached out, expecting
**7th October, London** Excuse me can I eat with you? The homeless girls voice was quiet, tremblingyet
At 49, with two grown-up kids and a loving husbandhe chose youth and destroyed everything. In a quiet
I Never Loved My Wife and Always Told Her So: The Fault Wasn’t HersWe Lived Well Enough I never
**Diary Entry** Five years without a single visit from my sonsbut a change in my will brought them running.
**The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions** *”Yes, I know you dont *have* to help!









