My mum pretends to be ill so she doesnt have to work and lives off us. Shes never had the slightest desire to work.
The biting November wind cut through the skin like knives, while a damp, bone-chilling cold rolled in
I severed ties with my familyand for the first time, I breathe freely. Growing up, I believed family
Get up early tomorrow and make mum a soup, James demanded. Only the one whos her child should be the
**Diary Entry** The relatives wasted no timethey put the box of kittens out on the street. Corgi followed
**Diary Entry November 15th** The November wind cut through my skin like knives as I wandered near the
He refused to fund his wife’s operation, bought her a plot in a graveyard and then fled to the
**Diary Entry** The relatives didnt hesitatethey simply put the box of kittens out on the street.