When you were born , Miguel couldn't be happier , you had become his complete life.

You slept with him , ate with him , Miguel took you wherever he went. He was proud to have a baby. And now you were a happy toddler.

Miguel ran to you when he heard you cry and saw how you had grown fangs and claws , you had even inherited Miguel's venom. . . He couldn't be more proud.

"Look at you! You're like a mini-me!" He said full of pride as he carried you in his arms.