I know nothing about you, dear child (but YOU do)

 I see a child for the first time, meeting her at her home. I haven't seen her in ages. I am speaking of a specific girl I know and care about. Love knows nothing about its subject, apart from what she shares about herself, which is up to her, and her only, as children have privacy rights under Divine Codified Law.

The Eighth and the Tenth Commandments together forbid entitlement leading to theft, with "theft" being a dated term for the word "abuse". Entitlement is denoted by the Greek root word πλεονέκτης (Latin: pleonektes), and in this case entitlement by way of projection by way of grooming, is defined as wanting a child to be anything other than her own self, to the point of seeking to make her what you want her to be, including in your own mind, in a way that is directed directly towards her person, papers, or effects.

I know nothing about any child I see except, perhaps, a girl is pretty when walking by me in aisle 5, and I just enjoy the view. I may guess that she would want to be my friend, and has the same exact interests as me, based on some trait of hers, but do we really know what it is like to be a child, at all, as adults?

Nobody knows what's best for a child except the child herself, meaning nobody knows the needs and best interests of the child, except said child. The problem isn't a knowledge deficit, but an expressive one - children can't express what they need aptly many times, due to communication deficits in appropriate child development. I don't know what you need, as a child, unless you tell me. I'm willing to do a guessing game, yes, but I am not willing to impose MY needs onto a child. That is "help" abuse.

Let them cry, beat me up, shout profanity at me, and so forth. Why? They just need something, so do my job and provide it, and not complain to the boss. A child hires me to be there for her, and fires me when I am inadequate. Apart from what I can do for a child, I am worthless. A filthy, entitled adult with power and control over children. I abdicate, or surrender my lawful authority over children, and am their caregiver and friend instead, a servant on their behalf.

Let the parents BURN! Let them suffer the second death, being tormented with fire and burning sulfur! Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand!