On my 55th birthday, I expected nothing special from Edward, my husband of thirty years. But I didn’t expect the insult I got either. That morning, Edward strutted into the kitchen like…
Molly sat in her wheelchair, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The church was filled with people dressed in black, whispering as they walked past her mother Daisy’s coffin. The 17-year-old…
Sure! Here’s your rewritten story — in easy language, extended with more emotion and detail, and with all quotes and important information kept. It’s written to flow smoothly, feel more dramatic and…
