"Because you can't!" Connor said. He raised his voice a little. Vicky stared at him, and gritted her teeth.
"If you hate me just say it!" Vicky got up from the chair to leave.
"Vicky!" Connor said in a sharp voice. He glared at her.
Vicky looked down in fear.
"I'm sorry, daddy!" Vicky said, in a soft voice. She sat back down on the chair, and stared at the plate.
"Eat! You're going to daycare afterwards," Connor said. He walked behind her and sat on the sofa, where he watched her eat.
Vicky finished eating, and walked to the sink, and began washing her plate.
Connor stood up and walked to her.
"You can leave that at the sink, I'll wash it later," Connor said.
Vicky silently washed it. Connor stood washing her in guilt. He knew that she was hurt by him yelling at her, but he did well to hide his feelings from her.
Vicky washed the plate, and kept it on the rack, turning around to walk to her room.
