Doing dad justice

When Natalia Millman lost her dad, she didn’t know how to deal with her grief, but everything changed when she decided to put pen to paper...

My father was always late. And by late, I mean really late. Like an hour or two. The December I was five, he missed my school nativity. (I was a sheep and Mom had made me a costume out of an old robe

After a couple of brushes with death, I made a bold decision. But would my loved ones be shocked?

When I was aged 10, the farmers used to come round the schools to pick volunteers to work on the farms during the summer holidays, mainly to help bring in the harvest. The country was still building u

JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.

So much went unspoken in her past – so much love never expressed