
But we all know that midnight hour,alone in bed,where all the memories come rushing back and with it the pain of promises broken,hopelessness and despair.

Six Years, Two Months and Twenty Days It was such a normal day. I woke up early to make my dad breakfast as he had a meeting later that morning. It was to be quite a drive but the day was just a simple,really normal day. I contemplated going with him but He said…