The other day Master was angry with me - truly angry with me. However, he didn't exact a single punishment on me, didn't even raise his voice, for he didn't need to; the mere force of his anger was enough to crush me. It was terrifying. It was the worst I'd ever felt. But his anger was justified, and even though he was mad, he made it clear that he still loved me.
I am very fortunate to be with Master. His patience and love are boundless. I can only hope that I can right the wrong that I made.