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**The Mother-in-Laws Dress** Emily noticed something odd the moment she stepped into the restaurant.

I never considered myself a beauty. Nor could I be called pretty. Not everyone is meant to walk a runway

Im 67 years old. I live alone in Manchester, in an old two-bedroom flat where childrens laughter used

Elderly Woman Struggles to Rise and Go to the Yard with a Bowl of Bread. The elderly woman heaved herself

Carla sensed something odd the moment she stepped into the restaurant. It was too empty for a Friday

“Emily, please come home, I beg you…” “Mother, you know I won’

**The Fickle Heart** I never considered myself a beauty. Even “pretty” would be stretching it.

At the wedding, a little girl approached with a bouquet of daisies and asked for a coin the bride noticed

**A Struggle to Rise and Feed the Hens** I forced myself out of bed this morning, every joint protesting.

The night my world fell apart, the air smelled faintly of lavender fabric softener and burnt toast.