Mum, I forgive you! Eleanor Clarke slumped onto the thin straw mattress. One quiet evening she called
Dear Diary, I never knew my parents. My father walked out when my mother was pregnant, and after that
Morning began just as predictably as a welltimed train. Andy Thompson woke a minute before his alarmsomething
I slipped into the delivery suite of St.Marys Hospital, London, as if the corridors were rivers of white light.
Mum, I forgive you! Margaret Whitfield lay in her lowceilinged cottage. One evening she whispered to
George, are you kidding me? Youre heading back to your mum again? Emily asks, arms crossed.
When the postman stopped climbing up to the flats and started leaving the papers and letters down at
Goodness always comes back around Emma, at least give the kids a cuppa! Maya clutched her little sister tighter.
James slammed his calculator onto the kitchen table, the clatter echoing like a distant gong, and pressed