The Grey Hairs of A Mother

“Mum!!!!” I rolled over slowly, still deep in sleep wondering when I set my alarm clock to six in the morning. I peel my right eyelid open, to see that my alarm hadn’t actually gone off. “MUM, MICHELLE IS TAKING MY STUFF AGAIN!” No it wasn’t my alarm, it was just my kids that was … Continue reading The Grey Hairs of A Mother

Runaway Girl

We hadn't known what hell was until our mother had brought him to our doorstep. Mark. Mark was the devil's name and would forever be burnt into my mind after everything he had put us through. Even as I lay here, I know deep down he cannot take the blame for the torture both my … Continue reading Runaway Girl