and the shaping of it, of him, of you, leaves you wretched, makes him cringe. how can i be this way, how can he fail like this over and over? how do you do it, day in, day out? does he feel no shame?
his daughter in your arms, you child, my child, i’m broken my little girl, he’s still trying to figure out how to be. do you want him to? do you really know how to live? can you fix him?