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He gets up from his chair and walks to me. He pulls me aggressively into a hug and lingers for a long time. I pull away after a minute of discomfort. I feel as if I should walk into a washer and wash off the feeling on my body, but I just throw him a weird smile. I don't know if he notices that I am uncomfortable or if he just does not care.
"Sit, sit," he said, beaming with joy. "You are truly my daughter; look how proud you have made me." He sounds like someone whose child had achieved a great feat. Maybe a cure for cancer or terminal illness. I hold my breath and smile with a nod.
"I am glad to be your pride." I am shocked at how well I am keeping it together. I was almost sure that I would have lashed out at him by now, but so far, so good. His eyes go up to the two bodyguar
