Heavy heart

Tonight I wanted to hug my firstborn to sleep. She’s just six but what I saw on her face earlier when daddy scolded her in front of our meager dinner was genuine fear. She was hurt and she tried to fight or hide it but her young and fragile heart couldn’t contain it. She cried and inside, I did, too.

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~ by ivymarasigan on August 10, 2014.

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