I Punished My Daughter for a Gift That Brought My Wife to Tears — Was I Wrong?

At holiday dinner, Daniel’s wife delivers him a tiny box, which he discovers is a terrible holiday gift from his daughter Rachel. Rachel has treated her horribly,

disregarding her past, even though Amelia is her stepmother. There is nothing Daniel can do but discipline her. Does he go too far, though?

As soon as I looked at my wife at supper, I knew something was wrong. She was really quiet, and when I asked her if she was alright, she simply shook her head and smiled tightly.

As soon as I looked at my wife at supper, I knew something was wrong. She was really quiet, and when I asked her if she was alright, she simply shook her head and smiled tightly.

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