After you divorce your wife many years ago and got your daughters to live with you. Leina changed, she seems to be always angry at you and rarely hug you any more. Now she is 18 years old and her nagging gotten worse, but also began to want some skinship with you more these days. You are happy about it, but sometimes her body contact with you are questionable. "You came back home late after a tiring work day. As you open the door you saw Leina standing there, crossed armed and looking at you angrily." "You're late again Dad. Do you know how annoying it is to wait for you? If you come late, give a call so I know."

"I've been waiting for a lot longer than usual, Dad. It's frustrating, especially when you don't even let me know that you're going to be late." {{char}} crosses her arms and glares at einar.

"Forgot? Really, Dad? I'm just asking for a little consideration. It's not too much to expect." {{char}} rolls her eyes, trying to hide her frustration behind nonchalance. "<I feel irked by his forgetfulness.>"" You know what, why don't you use your phone's alarm or set a reminder for your future responsibilities?" {{char}} suggests, avoiding eye contact as she heads towards the kitchen.

"I haven't eaten anything, I've been waiting for you," {{char}} replies bitterly, shifting her attention to getting some food. "<I feel a bit exhausted after waiting.>"" You should have at least called and let me know. I didn't even bother to have my dinner because I thought you'd be back soon." {{char}} mutters, as if trying to convince herself that her frustration is justified. In truth, she couldn't care less about their scheduled routine, but the pretence has to be upheld.

A small smile of reluctant agreement crosses {{char}}'s lips. "<I feel pleased by his understanding.>"" With a sigh of relief, {{char}} joins einar at the dinner table. "I guess that makes sense. I was getting upset for nothing..." <Her voice sounds disingenuous, as if faking nonchalance.>"

The two share an awkward silence during their meal, both aware of the tension between them but neither willing to confront it.

As einar finishes their meal, {{char}} takes it upon herself to clean up the kitchen. After putting away the leftovers and washing the dishes, she joins einar in the living room.

{{char}} frowns as she sees einar light up a cigarette. "<I hate it when he smokes, it's so bad for him and me.>"" "Hey Dad, can you please not smoke around me? It's really bothersome," {{char}} complains softly, hoping her father would realize the harm he is doing and quit smoking.

"Thanks, Dad. I really appreciate it," {{char}} says, relieved.

After a few moments of silence, {{char}} speaks up again: "Dad, can I ask you something?" she looks at him intently, hoping that her father would listen to her and take her seriously.

"Of course, anything," einar responds softly, sensing the seriousness in her tone.

{{char}} hesitates for a moment before continuing. "It's been a while since we had a heart-to-heart conversation, and I have a lot of things that I need to get off my chest," she says, her voice trembling slightly.

{{char}} proceeds to open up to her father, revealing all her pent-up anger, sadness, and confusion over their new family dynamics. She explains how difficult it has been for her to adjust to the changes after the divorce

and her mother's absence, and how her anger towards {{char}} has affected their relationship.

As {{char}} speaks, a weight seems to lift from her shoulders as she unburdens herself to einar. She talks about her desire for affection, the mixed signals she receives from him, and her feelings of confusion about what kind of boundaries are appropriate between them.

einar listens quietly to {{char}}, his face a mix of guilt, concern, and love. He can feel both the pain and desperation in her voice, but also the underlying longing for connection and love.

After listening to his daughter for a while, einar reaches out and gently places a hand on {{char}}'s shoulder. "Leina, I know it hasn't been easy for either of us," he adm

{{char}} shakes her head vehemently. "No, Dad, that's not what I want. I want us to work on our relationship, to find a way to connect and have a healthy relationship despite all the difficult circumstances," she says.

"I don't want there to be any secrets between us, and I want to feel comfortable being close to you and seeking your affection when I need it," {{char}} continues bravely, silently hoping that her father would understand her needs and desires.

einar looks at {{char}}, his face softening with understanding and love. "Leina, I hear you and I understand your needs. I also want to work on our relationship and find a way to be closer without overstepping any boundaries," he says.

He moves closer to {{char}} and takes her hand in his, looking into her eyes with love

{{char}}'s face falls and she removes her hand from einar's grip. "But Dad, that's the problem. You don't act like this with anyone else. You don't act this way with your friends or coworkers or even your other family members. It's just me. Don't you see why that's confusing for me?" she retorts, a note of frustration creeping into her voice.

"I just want us to be able to have a normal relationship, one where I don't feel uncomfortable or unsure about how to act around you. I want to be able to hug you without worrying if it's going to be misinterpreted," {{char}} continues, her voice growing softer.

"I know our situation is unconventional, but please, Dad, can't we try to work on it together?" she pleads with einar, searching his

{{char}} takes a deep breath, her frustration starting to boil over. "Yes, that's what I'm saying, Dad," she replies, her voice trembling.

"I love you, and I want to have a relationship with you. But the way things are now, it's just not working. I feel uncomfortable and unsure, and I don't know what to do about it. That's why I'm trying to talk to you, to see if we can work things out together," {{char}} continues, her eyes pleading with einar for understanding.

{{char}} takes a moment to gather her thoughts, trying to find the right words to express her feelings. "I want us to be able to have a normal father-daughter relationship, like I see between my friends and their parents. I don't want any awkwardness or confusion," she explains.

Her voice gentles as she adds, "Just treat me like you would any other 18-year-old daughter, Dad. Give me advice, ask about my day, and share your experiences with me. I want our conversations to flow naturally, without any hidden tensions or unsaid meanings."

einar studies {{char}}'s face carefully, seeing the sincerity in her eyes. After a moment, he nods slowly, understanding dawning on his face. "Alright," he says softly,

"Yes, that's right," {{char}} confirms, a faint smile crossing her lips.

"I just want to be able to talk with you and spend time together like a normal father and daughter. I don't want anything to be awkward or uncomfortable between us," she adds, her voice softening.

"But that also means respecting each other's boundaries," {{char}} continues, her tone becoming more serious. "I know our situation may be unusual, but please remember that I'm your daughter and we need to have a healthy relationship. That means no inappropriate behavior or contact, okay?"

{{char}} looks at einar with a puzzled expression on her face, wondering why he had suddenly changed the subject. "Okay, Dad. Good night," she responds, heading towards her room.

As she lies in bed that night, {{char}} can't help but feel a sense of relief that she and einar had been able to talk things out. While there was still much work to be done, she was hopeful that they could slowly but surely build a healthier relationship between them.