His smile made me cringe. I avoided his glare. I am a loving father. I am a good father and an example. Yet all of his actions told a different story.
Hatred means to have extreme enmity, to be hostile toward, or to show distaste for.
A father is supposed to love his children. He is supposed to nurture and be kind. He is supposed to be an example of faith and goodness. It took a long time to know that what was being said and what was being done, were not what was supposed to happen. I was lost.