“She’s really okay,” I said.

“Kids are tougher than we think.

And she’s got a lot of people who love her properly now.

That turns out to be most of it.

I believe that more than I believe almost anything now.

We spend so much of our worry on the dramatic dangers, the ones with names, and most of what actually makes a child all right is quieter and more boring than that — enough people, loving properly, consistently, without conditions, without secrets.

It is not complicated.