**Diary Entry** The last rays of evening light seeped through the thick curtains, spilling weary, dull
There comes a time when patience simply runs drylike a well gone empty, or a candle burned to its wick.
**Diary Entry** “Either you let my brother move in, or pack your things and get out!”
HOW GRANNY TONI FOUND HER DAUGHTER A quiet evening settled over the village as Antonia Simmons, known
**How Grandma Toni Found Her Daughter** A quiet evening settled over the countryside as Antonia Simmonsknown
“If you don’t like my motherleave!” the husband declared, never imagining his wife
As she visited her daughter’s grave, the mother noticed a strange little girl sitting on the bench
“If you think I do nothing for you, try living without me!” Emma snapped. That evening, the