“I know Ann is not really my kid. But I've known her since she was a child,” I almost yelled at the social worker, “you are taking her from everyone she knows and loves. This is not fair. Not...

"Stop bothering that little girl." I shouted. My six year old Liza was playing with a bunch of other kids at the beach resort. I was sitting from a distance watching her as she was helping some girl half her...

  “Welcome back my lady,”  Mrs Mellow the housekeeper said, “hope you enjoyed your stay at Lancaster.” I didn't. If I was to be cooped up in a house all day it might as well be this one rather than the...