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**Diary Entry November 14th** *”Im not your bloody housekeeper or maid to scrub and feed your son too!

A terrible surprise came to light by pure chance. My four-year-old sister Lucy had developed an umbilical hernia.

Dennis was trudging home late again, his old Ford sputtering like a dying beast as it coughed and stalled

The shadows stretched long and thick as the bus, having completed its daily journey from the dusty, bustling

Women are made to endure, the husband mused as he rode roughshod over his devoted wife. But yesterday

In those days, when the evenings grew shorter and the wind carried the first bite of winter, Edith stood

**Diary Entry 12th September** Another late return from work, another evening where exhaustion clings

**Diary Entry 5th October** I never imagined Id be writing this, but here we are. The day started ordinarily

Women were meant to endure, the husband mused as he rode roughshod over his obliging wife. Until one

They used to laugh at her, called her names like “Giraffe” and “Beanpole,”