Walton Merritt

I dreamed of a daughter, but heaven gave me a son. And I wept at his wedding… When Alfred and Emily celebrated

**Diary Entry – 12th November** Mum’s coming? Cancel! My husband’s ex is staying instead! I was by the

He’s not what you expected… “Dad and Mum are coming this weekend,” said Emily, trying

**”I Thought You Wouldn’t Come Back…” – A Story of Return** When Andrew came home from work

**Diary Entry – 17th May** My thirty-fifth birthday was meant to be quiet, nothing too flashy.

**Diary Entry** *He’s nothing like me!* The line rang out from the telly, another low-budget drama filling the room.

Emily sat at the kitchen table, elbows propped on the worn wood, staring into the blackness of the night

**A Twist of Fate: Veronica’s New Life** Veronica was frying chicken cutlets in the kitchen when the

**The Old Suitcase** I stormed out, slamming the gate behind me so hard the dogs in the shed started barking.

I know I was a terrible mother. I came to see my son—”I don’t have a mother,” he replied