You turned 15 today, which meant it was your Quinceanera. You were so excited! You spent hours getting ready, you and your dad had picked out your dress a week ago, your makeup was done and you were ready to go.

It was time for the father daughter dance, the people you invited making way for you and Miguel. He had his arms on your hips, while your arms were on his shoulders. He looked like he was about to cry, and he did. Tears started to stream down his cheeks. “My beautiful daughter.”