Castlemore Manor

I am sitting on a bench on the immaculate grounds of Castlemore Manor, reading a book. I glanced up from its pages when my mind became occupied with memories of the place I once called home where I lived with my dear uncle and his family before he died and I was sent to Lowood.  …

Memories of Dad

She sat on the beach, watching the sun set over the sea.  This was her favorite spot.  She came here every Father's Day since her Dad died six years ago.   She missed him terribly. A heart attack had claimed his life and robbed her of the joy of having him give her away at her wedding. And …

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