My wish was always to have a little daughter… 🥹🎀♥️I can’t pinpoint exactly when that longing began—perhaps
My stomach growled like a stray hound, and my fingers were turning to ice. I trudged along the pavement
**Diary Entry – 12th March** A flash… A deafening bang… Darkness… Then, slowly, the blackness began to fade.
23 October 2025 – Diary I slept with Tom, unaware that he had died two days earlier—now I’m carrying
The silent boy who dug filled my empty house and life, and when he asked if he could call me “uncle,”
For years, I was just a silent shadow among the shelves of the grand public library in Manchester.
“I’m pregnant,” I announced cheerfully to my husband. “So am I,”
**The Gift of Life** My name is Reginald, and I’m 61. Life’s been a rollercoaster, but lately, it’s mostly
28 October 2025 For them I was the disgrace, the dusky‑skinned son with calloused hands who reminded
Emily boarded the flight a day earlier than everyone else for her former mother-in-law’s anniversary.