Why Did I Lose My Temper and Scream at My Daughter?

After everything, I hope this doesn’t make me a bad parent

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The tears were flowing, and a little moan escaped her pursed lips. I couldn’t tell if the little moan was a sob or Zoey trying to tell me she hurt inside. The little lopsided ovals stared back from the page — a tear dropped on the page and smeared the pencil lines.