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I walked into the flat where my sons family lived, my heart thumping with a mix of excitement and pride.

My motherinlaw demanded help every weekenduntil I finally said enough. Im not a servant, and no one gets

Margaret Clarke was sitting on a bench in the little garden by St. Mary’s Hospital, wiping away tears.

**A Note on Me-Time** The other day, my mate Tom came round for a cuppa. We were sat in the kitchen

Nineteen years later, my mother showed up out of the bluenow she wants money and a roof over her head.

I stepped into the hallway of the flat where my son lived with his family, my heart thumping with a mixture

**Diary Entry 14th December** *”Leave her here, let her die!”* I heard them say as they dumped

**Diary Entry** It took me nineteen years to realise that the people who bring you into the world arent

My stepmother kept demanding my help every weekenduntil I finally said enough. Im not a housemaid, and

“Leave her here, let her die!” they muttered, dumping the old woman into the snowdrift.