Lucy was chopping vegetables in the kitchen when her nine-year-old daughter, Holly, said, ‘Mum, I think I might be bisexual.’
Lucy remembers putting down the knife, quietly taking a deep breath and choosing to ignore all the little voices that were screaming in her head. All good so far.
She processed the words that Holly had actually said: ‘I think I might be bisexual.’ Holly is trying to work something out, Lucy thought, and even better, she has come to me with it.
