“I’ve never felt like more of a failure as a father than I do right now. That’s my baby girl in there. Crying by herself in the corner. Tell me, why would she do that when the man she’s supposed to love, who’s supposed to love and worship her, is not ten feet from where she’s at? Why would she cry, alone, when she could have his arms around her, protecting her? Why would she not be in there, letting him take her pain as his own?”
