The day my daughter said I didn’t love her

I went into my 6-year-olds room. She was on her bed, stomach down, face buried in a pillow. I’d been waiting for about 10 minutes for her to calm down. She was in her room for refusing to help clean the dining room table, and ever since she’d been screaming.

Norah is dramatic. When punished, she often screams in a crazy language that I can’t understand a…