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Leaving work after a busy day of appointments, I answered my phone as I got into my car. It was a call I was expecting – after all, I received the same call from the same person every day. ‘Your dinner is almost ready,’ said my dad, Arthur. Dad was always looking out for me and was so protective. His calls were more to find out