**Diary Entry** I know what it’s like to lose everything and keep going. I know the weight of hiding

I don’t want to end up alone and unwanted in my old age. My son got married ten years ago. Since then

He left, and we stayed behind—beginning to rebuild our lives without him. The evening was like any other

I asked my future daughter-in-law to slice some cheese, but she just kept chatting with my son.

**Diary Entry – 5th October** My name is Margaret Whitmore, and I’m sixty-nine. I have two sons, three

Sometimes trouble doesn’t knock before it walks right in. It doesn’t break down doors or sound alarms.

I don’t want to end up alone and unwanted in my old age. My son got married ten years ago. Ever since

**Diary Entry** Sometimes, life has a way of turning an enemy into someone you least expect—not a stranger

They say that in old age, everyone reaps what they’ve sown. Some harvest love and warmth from their kin

I don’t want to end up alone and unwanted in my old age. My son got married ten years ago. Since then