I didn't need to follow the link to know what story you were talking about. It's horrible, all right. It made me think of the pleasure and pride my daughter has taken in learning to count and say her own ABCs. Not that she's been unusually quick about it; just that doing it as a matter of course, along with her classmates, has been a source of real happiness.
How damaged the father must be, to be so cruel, and to deny her that simple satisfaction.
It amazed me how some of the commenters on that site said things along the lines of "Well maybe the daughter just didn't know her ABC's yet!" As if it would be okay for her father to abuse her if she were simply being stubborn and refusing to say them.
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I didn't need to follow the link to know what story you were talking about. It's horrible, all right. It made me think of the pleasure and pride my daughter has taken in learning to count and say her own ABCs. Not that she's been unusually quick about it; just that doing it as a matter of course, along with her classmates, has been a source of real happiness.
How damaged the father must be, to be so cruel, and to deny her that simple satisfaction.
Along the same comforting lines:
Camels, Gnats, and Shallow Graves
Storytelling, Empathy and the Whiny Solipsist’s Disingenuous Angst
It amazed me how some of the commenters on that site said things along the lines of "Well maybe the daughter just didn't know her ABC's yet!" As if it would be okay for her father to abuse her if she were simply being stubborn and refusing to say them.
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