01/09/2021 late morning tantrum

Today I have asked her to revise 'Rainy Season' and write it. She decided to take the difficult way. I took some pictures of her glaring at me and threatened to upload them. Since then she has thrown a tantrum. She laments coming to heel, but I must do it. This is a nightmare. I don't think I am ever going to be a parent of my own volition. I hate being cruel.


She is running away to avoid being photographed. It seems she is concerned about how the world perceives her. It doesn't matter how we do. She is immovable in the face of my mother's punishments or tirades, she doesn't care how we see her, however, she wants to keep nice facade to the world. 


I think I am especially worried and mad because I heard her saying 'I love you' to her teacher. 


What is my world coming to? 



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