She sniffed, wiping her tears, feeling a little light. Her father was her anchor, her best friend and hero. He was everything a daughter could ever ask for. "I'm fine now papa" She said in a hoarded voice.

"That's my baby" he paused, smiling cheekily.

"Old man, why did you call?" she asked playfully.

"Old man?" she rolled her eyes at her father's tactics.

"Uhn old man" she grinned.

"Well, this old man called you" she could hear the proudness from his voice, "to ...