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At the family birthday party, I found my four-year-old daughter hiding in a dark bathroom with a bruised cheek and strange round marks covering her little arms. Ten feet away, my family was laughing, cutting cake, and filming presents like nothing had happened. When I carried her into the dining room and demanded to know who touched her, my sister Bethany leaned back with a glass of wine and laughed. “Relax. It was just a joke. She needed toughening up.” I slapped her once, picked up my daughter, and headed for the door. Then my mother screamed at me to come back—and my father reached for a drinking glass.