When he was born, the nurse bundled him in a blue blanket and set him in my arms, and he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He blinked up at me, his father, the man who would, I promised, be kind to him forever, and teach him to be kind to others, and love him and try never to disappoint him. I would not call him names. I would not abuse his mother. I would stand behind him when he needed a push, before him when he needed a shield, beside him when he did not.
