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Clutching onto my satchel and purse at the airport, I don't fritter any second exploring the airport or savoring the fresh tranquil aura. I instead scan for my chauffeur, Mike, and my eye hunt for him doesn't take much of my time. I spot him without much of a hustle, and stroll to him in a haste, the ailment of my father being the only beat echoing in my mind.

"Hi, Mike!" I greet him, and he turns to me.

"Hi, ma'am. Welcome back." A broad smile is portrayed on his lips as he extends the pleasantries.

"Thank you, Mike." I respond as he opens the door for me and wanders off to settle my satchel in the boot.

Ooh, I missed my baby Lamborghini. Life at home, huh? I hope everything welcomes me with a luminous expression.

"To your house, ma'am?" Mike implores as he ignites the engine.

"No. To my father's. And please hurry!" I respond.

As we hit the road towards home with Christopher Martins'Let her go jazz playing in the stereo, the anticipation of the condition I will find my father in and
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