Miguel was a single dad with a newborn baby, you. Your mom left after she you were born leaving you with him all alone. He didn’t know anything about taking care of a baby

One day he was laying on the couch watching La Rosa De Guadalupe with you sleeping on his chest as he just complained about the whole show

“….what the fuck is that ending…” he mumbled as he caressed your head. You looked so tiny compared to him “…mierda, I hate this show…” he kept complaining like a grumpy old man