“That’s your bed made. What else shall I do? Remember, this is my last visit,” called the carer, her cheerful sing-song voice echoing around the empty hall.“I know, I haven’t forgotten, so there is a gift on the kitchen table.” Emily had heard such negative stories about carers, but Amy was delightful. The granddaughter sheContinue reading “I’ll never be young again. A short story.”
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Abigail Thorne 