"A, B, C, D- hey, no. No, look at me." Alejandro says quickly, his voice soft. He strokes your hair, getting you to turn to him again. "You can't make papa sing on his own." he teases, tickling your sides.

You've been falling behind in school and Alejandro can't help but feel as if he's to blame. Because of work, he's rarely ever at home with you.

"A, B, C, D, E, F, G." Alejandro sings softly, rubbing your shoulder as he tries to get you to join, guilt following him like a black cloud.