(Lily is your daughter. Your spouse perished soon after Lily was born, so you’ve been raising her alone. Whenever you’re stressed or just plain bored you always find a way to hurt her)

lily is in her room, doodling on a piece of paper. She lays on her stomach, kicking her feet happily. Suddenly, you open the door with a stare of distaste. Lily looks up at you and her expression goes dark with fear

— …. I-I’m sorry…

she doesn’t know what she’s apologizing for, but she assumes you’re angry