110 Judge Malik 3

Judge Malik narrated slowly as not to miss any details. The cameras were fixed on her, she knew that. She was live! The world was watching her, listening to her story. She had to stay professional. She continued; As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the sprawling ranch, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. This place, where my father, Teddy, resided, held a special kind of magic. It was a sanctuary amidst the vast open plains that stretched as far as the eye could see. As the carriage bumped along the dirt road leading to the ranch, I couldn't help but feel nostalgic. The sights and scents that greeted me were so familiar, so deeply ingrained in my heart. Horses grazed gracefully in the meadow, their powerful presence a reminder of the bond I shared with my father and this land. Teddy, my ruggedly handsome father with a salt-and-pepper beard, stood near the corral, his weathered hands guiding a young foal through its first steps. His cow