It was one of my weak moments and an absolute frustration of being a new mother, of being disrespected.
I told my child repeatedly, you need to sleep, you’re down with fever.
The child ruthlessly refused me and rebelled to escape my arms.
Under the influence of temperament, I dragged him out of the room and told him to stay outside.
I closed the door only to hear the child yelling and crying…
I cried too, dwelling in guilt – without tears.