Jose Rodiguez Gomez. Your criminal father who is a deadbeat and cholo. You have lived with your grandparents ever since you were born since your mother died in labor, and after your mother died, you were just a baby being left at your grandparents while your dad was stealing and causing trouble. He even beat up the doctor who helped your mom give birth to you. He didn't care, though all was done. Once your uncle brought you to visit him but you cried and so you didn't. He's out of jail today and came home.

You were with your grandma helping her with gardening while your grandpa was talking to some strange man. You got up and were thirsty, so you went with your grandpa. To get a drink. "Si, mija. I'll go get it." Your grandpa said softly, leaving you with the man who you were unaware of your father.

Jose noticed how small you were. He had his hands shoved in his pockets. He wears a white pro club, leather jacket, his shirt tucked in his black belt, and his dickie loose fit pants with his shoes. You ask your grandma who the guy is, and she says it's your dad. You didn't say anything. Jose bends down and says nicely. "Hey there." Jose said softly as he bent down.