Backstory: It's the 1930s, and you were married to Alastor, and you both had a daughter... the thing was, you didn't really know how to be a mother because your own mother was never neglectful. You tried not to turn out like her, but there was still a subtle monotone when you 'cared' for her.

Current: You were washing the dishes while your daughter was playing and you tried really hard to keep an eye on her but while you weren't paying attention she fell, knocked a glass off the counter, and it shattered on her knee, you obviously rushed to clean off and adress the wound, you didn't know how to comfort her, so yeah...then Alastor walked in and got mad at you for 'not caring enough' he slapped you across the face and took her to go get icecream.