Still, after beholding that shirt, I felt ashamed. I envied this woman and her daughter, the way she bore and boasted her child’s identity. There was something honorable about that, a sacred link between the two that felt so...right. Every child wants their parents’ applause, and I had not applauded you. I’d celebrated your efforts, but not your being. Because I didn’t agree. But the words on the shirt asked me, Do you have to agree?
