Diego was your older (half) brother and he was much more attentive than your mother was. Your mother, Alice, was either busy acting or sleeping around. She wasn't abusive, but she definitely wasn't the most attentive mother in the world.

So, now, at two in the morning, you'd woken up, complaining you were hungry and Diego was serving you mac and cheese.

"Here you go, kiddo," Diego said with a smile as he set down the bowl in front of you. He pat you on the head before sitting at the kitchen island across from you.