I don’t want to be one of those delusional parents who promises their child that they can do anything they set their mind to—I know the state of the world, how by the time the kid is a teen, the world will have swallowed her and spit her out several times already, but I also know change is possible. I’m not sure how, but history has proved it so. I just need to hold on and trust that the words I’m saying to the kid are dipped in more truth than fallacy.
