Recently, my daughter got divorced and moved back into our cramped flat with her little one.
Emily stood in the middle of the living room, the holiday ticket tucked inside her handbag.
He was thrown out on New Years Eve; years later, he opened the door for them, but not to the place they hoped.
“Don’t look at me like that! I dont want this child. Take it!” a stranger thrust a
The door stays shut “Mum, open the door! Mum, please!” Her sons fists hammered against the
The door remained shut. “Mum, open the door! Mum, please!” His fists hammered against the
“Dont look at me like that! I dont want this child. Take it!” a stranger shoved a baby carrier
Inna had once rented a husband to spite a friendonly to fall hopelessly in love with him. “
**Diary Entry Edward Whitmore** My son told me hed given me a countryside cottagebut when we arrived