The Merge

by Grace Walker

We’d be chatting, and I’d notice his eyes flitting towards the sofa. “Go on,” I’d say. “Sort it out so you can stop worrying and concentrate on me.”

The news came as most life-changing news does: quietly, on an ordinary day.

I’m always getting it wrong, always making her storm off and slam her bedroom door. Parenting is so difficult. We never seem to get it right.