“Dad i just hate this watchman, he is so lazy!” she complained to her father.
“You don’t hate him. You dislike him. Hate is too strong a term.” her father adviced her.
“What’s the difference?” she asked with shrug.
He put his newspaper away and said, “When you grow up you will know the difference. You will know that more often than not, hate is a kind of love gone wrong.”
She rolled her eyes and disappeared into the room but the father did not pick the newspaper up.