The H-Word

Last night, Đạo dropped the H-word. “I hate you,” he said. I schooled him, “This is how you repay for all things that I had done for you. I fed you. I brushed your teeth and gave you a bath every night. I wiped your butt.” Đán added, “He let you play with the iPad and played chess with you.” Đạo broke down, “You’re making me feel bad.” I replied, “But you hurt me.” He apologized, “I am so sorry, daddy. I will remember you forever.” I said, “I forgive you, but you need to think before you say things like that.” Đán asked, “What does forgive mean?”

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