The Meeting Place Cannot Be Changed. Emily walked slowly along the pond, nearing the spot where they
I always dreamed of being in my brothers place, but everything changed soon enough. My mum fell pregnant
**Diary Entry** *Friday, 12th May* “I decide what happens in this house!” Her voice was sharp
The dream unfolded like a scene from a half-remembered filmhazy at the edges, yet piercingly vivid where
“Tell my daughter Ive gone away,” said a woman who chose to live in a care home so she wouldnt
I was there when James, my old university mate, decided to send his expectant fiancée on a weekend trek
“I’m tired of living with your family,” I said as I started packing my suitcase. “
“Good morning, love.” He woke up, as always, just before the alarm went offan old habit from
**A Visit to Mums** We went to visit my mother. As we walked into the building, we found a five-year-old
I stayed with him until his last breath. Yet his children cast me aside as though I were a stranger.