My instincts were telling me something was wrong with my baby. So why was nobody listening?

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

These plucky pets both needed a miracle

I don’t know my own birthday. My family and I fled Somalia when I was just a child, after my brother was killed by a stray grenade in the war. In the chaos of escape, my birth certificate and our fami

TOMMY was cold. He couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t felt cold. His fingers hurt the most. He folded them inside his woollen jumper and squeezed them tightly. Sometimes it eased the tingling pain. So

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