Jonylah's child grows up in a safe neighborhood, her old neighborhood, where it's impossible to believe the crazy story some of the old folks tell, about how once, a long time ago, someone shot a baby girl to death while her father changed her diaper.
And that is the end of the happy fantasy.
There's not much evidence in Chicago today to suggest that Jonylah Watkins would have lived such a life, a life that by ordinary measures would be considered merely normal.
From the beginning, her life was tangled in violence and in a system that nurtures it.
"Another tragedy," police Superintendent Garry McCarthy said Tuesday, discussing Jonylah's death a day after a man shot her as her father changed her diaper in the front seat of a minivan.
You know things are bad when the word "tragedy" is preceded by the word "another."
The police believe that the man who killed Jonylah was aiming at her father; he was severely wounded and remains in the hospital. Police say he is affiliated with a gang. He has a record of crimes involving guns and drugs, which says nothing about how much he probably loved his daughter.
There are plenty of people in Chicago's toughest neighborhoods who make happy lives, but it takes a lot of fight and luck. The odds worked against Jonylah.
We can only dream that one day it will be otherwise.
We have to dream, or it never will.