Last year, 15-year-old Tina Fontaine was found in a bag in Winnipeg's Red River. On the day after her body was recovered, I went to pick up my kids and I couldn't help but notice there were homicide detectives across the street from where my kids lived in the West End.

I had this grim feeling in my stomach that the detectives were looking for clues in Tina's homicide. A few days later, the police said the last place Tina was seen alive was across the street from where my kids were living at the time.

I have a teenage son and a young daughter. My daughter was seven years old when I had to tell her there are people out there who don't value the lives of indigenous women and girls. I had to tell her to be street smart. Is this a conversation that non-indigenous people have with their seven-year-old daughters?

There are a different set of worries when raising indigenous children. Is it fair that we have to have this conversation with our children?