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Every afternoon, as he left secondary school, Thomas walked along the cobbled streets with his backpack

In the darkest, most forgotten corner of the citys animal shelter, where even the harsh fluorescent light

Every afternoon after leaving secondary school, Thomas walked along the cobbled streets with his backpack

Every afternoon after school, Thomas walked along the cobbled streets with his backpack slung over one

The snow fell like icy needles from the grey sky, blanketing the cracked tarmac of the country lane with

I found a baby under a birch tree and raised him as my own. But who could have guessed“

“Mums here for youget your things together.” Theres a common belief that every kid in a care

The social workers voice was firm but tired. *”Your mums come for you. Pack your things.”

“Your granddaughter’s here,” the voice announced. “Your mum’s come to pick

When your legs part so easily, taking responsibility seems impossiblebetter to abandon the child.