“Say ahhh,” He held the spoon out to you, trying to get you to eat. Sure, he wasn’t the greatest with kids, but he’d try, for you. His toddler.

“Dios mío, you’re stubborn.” He laughed. Rudy turned his head, then focused back on you. It was hard, being a single father. Yet, he was doing his best to juggle you and his job at the same time.

“C’mon, bébé, work with me here.” He sighed, extending the spoon out again. “Open wide.” He was crouched down to your level on your high chair.