La vida

“You’re Still My Mother” “Mum, did you ever want to be an artist too?” Emily sat at the kitchen table

“I hate him! He’s not my father! He can just clear off. We’ll manage without him,”

Emily couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t understand why James had become so distant—had he fallen

“Are you sure beetroot won’t harm the baby?” asked Mother-in-law, stirring the stew. “

The House by the Marsh Alice stood knee-deep in thistles and nettles, gazing at the crooked cottage with

A tiny hand reaches through the gap in the garden fence, stretching toward the ripe strawberries.

**Diary Entry** The city felt unnaturally still that day—no rustling leaves, no birdsong—as if the world

Six months ago, my mother-in-law moved in with us. She’s got her own house and is perfectly capable of

The first time Lucy saw a lighthouse was in a book when she was five. In the picture, it stood tall and

A tiny hand pokes through the garden fence, reaching for ripe strawberries. I pretend not to notice