“Come on, lad, lets go home,” murmured Geoffrey Whitmore as he stroked the scruffy little
Irina stood by the window of her tiny kitchen, watching her seven-year-old twins, Dima and Maksim, play
Guardo gli hamburger appena sfornati, leggermente bruciacchiati ai bordi, e non credo alle mie orecchie.
“My mum deserves to celebrate her anniversary at the cottage, and your wretched parents can clear
He said I wasnt “father material”yet Ive raised these children from the very start.
It was one of those bitter days when low grey clouds seemed to press down upon the city. Margaret, the
Régi emlékek… és egy tiltott titok felfedése Egyszer csak beállítottam a lányomhoz váratlanul…
I never imagined an ordinary morning could shatter my world so completely.I was lifting my tea, the steam
The dogs eyes from the shelter welled with tears the moment he recognized his former owner in the stranger.
My daughter was afraid to stay with her grandmother while I was at work. I decided to install a hidden
