**Diary Entry A Lesson in Respect** Im not cooking for everyone anymorejust for myself and Annie.
Once, in the heart of London, a wealthy man played a cruel game. He asked his young son to choose a new
“My son, please look after your ailing sister. You mustnt abandon her!” Mother whispered weakly.
Im not cooking for everyone anymore! Just for me and Annie. Why on earth not? snapped Nicholas.
Im not cooking for everyone anymore! Just for myself and Annie. Why on earth not? snapped Nicholas.
“She Looks Just Like Your Missing Mother” Said the Millionaires Fiancée: And He FrozeEdward
THE SILENT STRUGGLE Eleanor lingered a moment longer by the sitting room window, gazing at the fading
In the deepest, most forgotten corner of the municipal animal shelter, where even the flickering fluorescent
**London, 1971.** The city stirred beneath a blanket of morning fog, damp from the nights rain.
Margaret was arranging the freshly washed tea towelsnew ones, with a subtle rose patternwhen her phone buzzed.






