La vida

Dear diary, You simply wouldnt believe what happened today. Mum drove me, wheelchair and all, to the

Id only ever known my parents through faded photographs tucked away in an old album. The truth is, my

6th April I was trudging home from the village shop with bags full to bursting, chatting with my neighbour, Helen.

My mother-in-law rang, her voice syrupy as treacle: Just pop over, darling, lend us a hand, itll only

Today was one of those days when the ordinary suddenly twists into something more. I was walking home

We brought him home so he could slip away in peace. Thats precisely what the note from the animal shelter said.

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