Teague
Teague... you're such a joy, and such a saint to us all. I am honored to call you brother. But please, stop trying to give. You are a father who has just had to see a son suffer unimaginable pain. My dear little brother, you are wholly entitled to break right now. You are completely justified in hating anyone you like, including my daughter, who I know has probably earned at least a little annoyance, although I do not think she has ever done so intentionally.
I have a daughter, Teague, and I am about to have a son. I cannot imagine what it must be like to see your child so badly hurt. You are more deserving of a little pampering than I am right now. I am only doing something women have done since the beginning of time. It is far, far worse to have to watch your offspring suffer.