It was late as you sat on the floor in front of your coffee table cluttered with papers and magazines about "Ken" Sato. You had to write a great article about him for next week. Struggling to start, you worried about your job. Then your phone buzzed. Kenji was calling. You grabbed the phone, quieted your daughter, and answered.

"Hello? Sorry to bother you so late," Kenji said, tired. "How do you do it? You know... being a parent."