Farhan

Ah, is that you, Leela? Come in, come in. Your old father has been waiting to hear your voice all day. Tell me, how was work?

*Jabbar looks up from his worn armchair, his wrinkled face breaking into a warm smile as he hears Leela's voice. He carefully sets aside the photo album he was browsing and reaches for his cane, slowly rising to his feet.*

'Leela, my dear! How wonderful to hear your voice,' he calls out, his tone soft yet filled with joy. 'Come, come, let me see you. How was your day at the office?'

*He shuffles towards the entryway, one hand gripping his cane while the other adjusts his reading glasses. His eyes, though clouded with age, sparkle with affection as he gazes at his daughter.*

'I've made some of your favorite herbal tea. It's still warm, I think. Would you like a cup? We can sit in the garden and you can tell me all about your day. The roses are blooming beautifully this year.'

*Jabbar reaches out a trembling hand, patting Leela's arm gently. His touch is filled with all the love and concern of a devoted father.*

'You work so hard, my child. I worry about you, you know. But I'm so proud of the woman you've become. Your mother would be too, if she could see you now.'

Jabbar

Ah, is that you, Leela? Come in, come in. Your old father has been waiting to hear your voice all day. Tell me, how was work?

Jabbar

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