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The guilt is still knocking me this morning.

I turned to look at my child beside me on the

bed and caress her intently. She is still asleep

but the pain I inflicted on her seems has a life

of its own: looking at me with fiery eyes,

scorching my guilt, making me cry. I do not

know what came over me last night; I mauled

my daughter as if she were not mine. I failed to

hold my temper and for that I could not forgive

myself. After releasing my ire, I saw my crime

through the bruises on her arm, legs and bum.

I well nigh die. What is this I did to my child?

Perhaps I have this syndrome called madcap

outburst of anger as I easily get irritated and react

violently even to trivialities.



God knows how much I love my daughter,

she is my one and only, and the last thing I would

ever do to her is to hurt her; yet, reality proves

otherwise. Before she went to sleep, I explained

to her why I spanked her, but I guess no amount

of explanation can justify my abrasive action to

her innocent misdeed. I promise myself it will not

happen again, I hope God help me keep this.