Prentice Orville

**Diary Entry** “You’ve got yourself a new son-in-law now, Mum! How could you do this to me?”

**Diary Entry – 5th June** I never imagined it would come to this, but here we are—divorced because I

“Let her live alone—maybe then she’ll realise what she’s lost. And don’t you worry, son

It’s been four years since I last spoke to my own mother. And no, I don’t feel ashamed. When I got married

When I saw Emma after so many years—in the park, pushing a pram—my heart skipped a beat. Calm, beautiful

“You brought sorrow upon our family!” the mother shrieked at her teenage daughter. “Mum, you’re back!

As soon as her daughter finished school, I escaped from my husband. —Heartless! —Poor bloke, how could she?

How can I make my husband’s daughter go live with her grandmother? I can’t accept his child.

**Diary Entry** I turned sixty recently. Retirement, aching legs, exhaustion from life—same as many women

“Loves me? Loves me not? Or just loves herself?” “What do you mean, you can’