As my eyes were glued to the screen, I saw my husband’s demeanor shift suddenly. He put down his phone and approached our daughter with a stern expression. I watched, my heart pounding, as he began to speak to her in a tone I had never heard before, cold and harsh. She appeared confused, trying to make sense of the sudden change in his behavior.
I could see the confusion and fear in her eyes as he raised his voice. My daughter instinctively took a step back, her small frame trembling slightly. Instead of comforting her, he seemed to grow more frustrated. He gestured angrily, and though I couldn’t hear the words, I could tell from his body language that he was scolding her for something she couldn’t possibly understand.
Then, to my absolute horror, he grabbed her arm a bit too roughly, pulling her closer in a way that was clearly uncomfortable for her. She whimpered, trying to pull away, but he held on. My heart broke as I watched her struggle, tears welling up in her eyes.
