Left to die on Christmas Eve, Grampa deserved so much more

For my family, Christmas will never be the same

Christmas MOUR NING

Dear Stephen, W atching you, then aged 13, ...

HAVE YOUR SAY

OK? Ready?” “Yep.” Fi smiled at Brand. She then picked up the bags full of presents, hoping her face had been convincing. There had been a time when she’d loved these family gatherings at Christmas bu