but in the thinking burden of our responsibility. Dear doctor, the mother of my children never was my wife, and prudence might have counseled that our fruits be snipped in their unknowing buds. But that was a less important choice than this: whether, having decreed their birth, we would commit to make those lives as full as fate allowed; that once committed, we would accept them for better or for worse, as we once did for each other. It is because we are human who understand, pass judgment, and decide, that we owe respect, and owe it to all that reason might find worthy.
