“Please, my dear, have pity on me—I’ve not eaten bread in three days, and haven’t a penny
19 July I’m still hearing the endless “When will dinner be ready?” echo through the cramped kitchen.
“Oh, love, you must understand—women like you aren’t the marrying kind,” said Simon with
I sit by the kitchen window, the rain tapping against the panes, and try to put the tangled years of
“Mother, have you seen what your son wrote about you?” Emma’s voice trembled with indignation
“You know, he’s completely out of control. His grades are slipping, and he comes home late,”
“Ma’am, you’re in the wrong department,” the young clerks said with a grin as they glanced at the fresh recruit.
**Diary Entry** *Monday, 15th March* Last night, David said something that still rings in my ears.
**A Household of Quiet Regrets** “Well? William and I are perfectly fine. We’ve raised a respectable
15 June 2025 Today they told me I was being let go because I was “no longer the right fit.” As I walked