La vida

Emily stood by the window, watching the rain tap against the sill. Behind her, she could hear the quiet

Oh, my dear grandchildren, listen to your old gran… They say retirement homes are quiet places, but to

**Diary Entry – 16th November** I never thought I’d write these words, but here I am—shaken to my core.

**Diary Entry – The Last Straw** I scrubbed at the stubborn stains on the hob, my fingers stiff

Oh, my dears… listen, let me tell you how life can sweep you from your own home and leave you in unfamiliar

**Grandma’s Tale of Emily and Lucy** Oh, my dears, gather close, and I’ll tell you a story my neighbor

One evening after ballet class, my five-year-old daughter Emily announced she was getting a new mother—her

It was all written in the stars. Edward, no longer a young man, had buried his wife five years ago.

**Diary Entry** I’ll tell you a story my old neighbour in the care home shared with me. Stuck here by

The bus stop at the corner of Oak and High Street had its own rhythm. On summer mornings, the sunlight