Protecting The Young Child

An hour passed quickly while Mark stayed right beside Sarah inside the quiet house.

He helped her wash her tear-stained face with warm water inside the downstairs bathroom.

He gently combed through her remaining brown hair to make it look as neat as possible.

Sarah looked into the mirror and offered a tiny shy smile to her loving father.

Sarah: It looks a little bit short now, but I think it still looks okay.

Mark: You look absolutely beautiful, sweetheart, no matter what happens to your hair.

Suddenly, the sharp ring of the front doorbell echoed loudly through the high ceilings.

Mark told Sarah to stay safely on the living room couch while he checked the door.

He walked across the marble foyer and looked through the clear glass side window carefully.

Victoria was standing outside on the concrete porch alongside two local police officers today.

She had her hands crossed over her chest and held a false pathetic expression on her face.

Mark opened the heavy oak door slowly and stepped out onto the wide stone porch.

Officer: Sir, we received a emergency call regarding a physical disturbance at this address.

Victoria pointed an accusing finger straight at Mark's face in front of the uniformed officers.

Victoria: He attacked me and threw me out onto the street without any reason at all!

Mark remained completely calm and looked directly into the police officer's steady eyes.

Mark: That is not true at all, Officer, and I have clear evidence inside my home.

Mark gestured for the two officers to follow him into the spacious front entry hall.

Victoria tried to follow them inside, but Mark immediately put his hand up firmly.

Mark: You are not permitted inside this private residence ever again, Victoria.

The senior officer turned around and asked Victoria to wait near the patrol car outside.

Mark led the officers directly into the bright living room where the hair still lay.

He showed them the shiny silver scissors left resting on the glass coffee table nearby.

Mark: My four-year-old daughter was attacked with those sharp scissors while I was walking downstairs.

He pointed toward the internal security camera mounted high up on the white living room wall.

Mark: Every single second of her cruel actions was recorded on my home security system.

Victoria's face turned completely pale as she watched the officer look up at the camera.