Yesterday evening, while I was outside home, someone’s little cousin threw a huge fit. After I got back home, that someone told me about this, “It was more terrible than you and dad shouting.”
“What do you mean? Do you mean it was terrible when we were shouting?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said with certainty.
“Were you scared when we shouted?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said with a touch of timidness in her voice.
Hearing this, I felt wretched.  I think I have failed in my responsibility as a protector of my little one.  I used to think her being headstrong,  having an in-crushable steel bone. Now I realize that deep inside her, she is rather fragile, sensitive and easily disturbed by any unpleasantness around her.

When I apologized to her profoundly, she said, “… don’t be so dramatic.”  Forget and forgive, so characteristic of her.