Margaret Whitmore gazed out the bus window at the familiar streets of Manchester sliding past.
Margaret prepared for her trip to the seaside retreat. Now retired, her eldest son, Edward, had bought
**Diary Entry – 15th March** You never imagine disaster will strike until it does. It was just an ordinary
Happiness is having family at your back When Edward returned from the army, he was even stronger than
The door to the office swung open, and a tall, sun-tanned young man stepped in. He glanced at Victoria
After six decades of marriage, I learnt my entire life had been built upon deceit. When my beloved wife
### **The Mother of the Bride Spots Groom Sneaking Off with Bridesmaid** Margaret, 78, was overjoyed
The in-laws arrived for the weekend. “Mother, have you gone completely mad? What in-laws?”
In his second year at university, Edward fell for a charming blonde named Eleanor, who studied in a parallel group.
Elizabeth Whitmore was a stern and formidable woman. Life had dealt her harsh blows, taking away those