Corner of Raymond and nowhere, Newark big dog station. Haitian Creole, American jive. Dude with the Doobie spouting spot on parenting psychology. How in the duck do you expect your kid to feel loved if his father doesn’t love his mother? No matter how hard you try to keep that shit from your kid, he gonna hear it, he gonna feel it. How in the duck he gonna love himself if he ain’t raised in a house of love? Brother, preach. This, as I stand on the opposite edge of the sidewalk with my hypervigilant, beautiful daughter. The one who I tried so hard to blanket with nothing but love and security, grew up disbelievingly that what was right before her eyes was deserving of her trust. We do our best, but it is not enough. It can never be enough.