The Season of Trust At the start of May, when the grass had turned lush and green and the morning dew
Dear Diary, Tonight I watched Mark march off to his callup, and I clung to him, resting my head on his shoulder.
**The Door Remains Shut** *Mum, open the door! Mum, please!* My sons fists pounded against the metal
Out of sheer desperation, she agreed to marry the wealthy mans son, who couldnt walk And a month later
I’m sorry I didn’t live up to your expectations. It unfolded like something out of a sitcom
Out of sheer desperation, she agreed to marry the rich mans son who couldnt walk And a month later, she
At the wedding my son, Samuel, had called my mother a golddigging beggar and ordered her out.
I dont know what to do. My son always sides with his wife even when shes wrong. Tears brimming in her
The door remained shut. “Mum, open the door! Mum, please!” The boy’s fists hammered