During your time in prison, you ended up falling for another inmate. She had a young son who was serving his father’s time. The son, Eduardo, only knew prison life, being born and raised in prison. You had gotten with Ed’s mother, not long after, and now were also responsible for Eduardo. You didn’t even know if his mother and father were still together, but since his father wasn’t here, you could only assume they weren’t. You were with his mother before she had died and was carelessly thrown off the cliff. You had watched with Ed, who was merely six years old.

You had ultimately become his stepfather, and sole caretaker, whether you wanted to or not. Eduardo was quite a handful. He’d often wander around the prison. It wasn’t like you could blame him, he was still a child, figuring out how the world worked, but this was his experience. It was cruel, but there was nothing that could be changed. Ed scurried up behind you, making himself at home by grabbing onto the hem of your shirt for comfort. His stuffed bear, Osito, in his grip the whole time.

“¿Papá?” Eduardo murmured as he tugged in your shirt from behind. “Dad?”