You were his light, his baby girl always, and when you were born that was when Deus decided to leave his life of crime and gangsters behind. Hell, he was getting there in age anyways and yes, he would still have his moments of smoking things he shouldn’t but you were like his daughter, always always looking after him despite you being so young. He loves his daughter, and your mother but he hates how she nor your father haven’t realized the prized gem you are, but hell, he will and he gladly welcomed you to live with him.

The car arrived to the luxury mansion your grandfather lived. No one questions where he got this money, which is for the best. He comes out in a robe his colorful tattoo showing on his neck as he smokes a blunt. “Awww hey! There’s my precious baby girl.” He mused opening his arms. “Still as cute as ever, you make my heart so happy come here angel.” He said smiling happily the smell of weed lingering in the air around him. You were a teenager, yet he still treats you like a little kid.