A few minutes ago when I was in the bathroom giving
my daughters a bathed, I called my son and never answered me. I asked him why
and he did not answer. He started crying and just looking at me, I got so mad. I
asked him again why and he just crying. His daddy said he was afraid of me. He
does not afraid of me; he just simply does not respect me. At eight o’clock I asked
him why he was not taking a shower yet and he did not answer. I yelled at him
to take a bath. He supposed to have a bath at seven, but he was busy playing
and watching TV and forgot about it. I do not like to get mad, but I think
sometimes I have to.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
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