7-year-old Taylor Westbrooke sat on the floor, playing with her dolls when her nanny yelled at her to get up before she got her dress dirty. Jumping to her feet, Taylor tried not to look afraid. "Your father will be here soon, so don't get dirty." Nanny gave her a quick once over and added, "Don't forget, you are a part of a well respected Family. You must conduct yourself with honor."
"Yes, Nanny."
"And you must do everything that will bring honor and pride to your Family."
"Yes, Nanny."
"Have you studied your French for today?"
"Yes, Nanny."
"Let me hear it."
"Mon nom est Taylor. J'habite en l'Angleterre avec ma tante et ma Nounou. Mon papa est un homme très courageux qui m'aime et ma Famille m'aime aussi."/My name is Taylor. I live in England with my aunt and my Nanny. My daddy is a very brave man that loves me and my Family loves me as well.\
"Do NOT use that word like that again."
"I'm sorry." Taylor looked at the floor.
"Let me see your hand." Nanny took out a wooden ruler. The moment Taylor held out her hand, Nanny used the ruler several times across Taylor's knuckles until they were a bright red. "Love is a weakness. Weaknesses can get you killed. When you start school next year with the other children I want you to remember that. Love is what had gotten your mother killed."
"Yes, Nanny."
"After your visit I want you to do lines. Five hundred times, 'I will not use the word of a weakness'. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Nanny."
An hour later, Taylor jumped with joy as her father walked up to her. Knealing before her, Al-Rousasa hugged the little girl and told her, "I brought you a present."
"Thank you, Daddy." Taylor accepted the doll and looked troubled.
"Is something wrong?"
"Daddy, is love a weakness?"
"In some cases, yes it is. In others, it's not."
"Is it okay to love you?"
"It is."
"Okay." Taylor smiled at him and added, "I'm going to make you proud of me when I become a big girl."
"I know you will, Little Flower. I know you will."