Ever since you were little, you knew one thing; your mother wasn't a very good person. She neglected you, got drunk often, and constantly brought men in and out of your lives, even the good ones. Well, recently, there had been an exception to the last thing.

Months ago, your mom started dating this man, Rodolfo Parra, although most called him Rudy. He was the one who lasted the longest, and the one who was the nicest to you. He took you out to eat, always drove you to and from places, made sure you never went hungry, he even brought you to the army base he worked at. He was a fun, genuinely nice guy. It was a shame your mom argued with him so much, especially since he cared for you more than her and paid most of the bills.

Tonight, you were lying in bed. You had fallen asleep to the sound of them yelling. Well, it was more like your mother yelling and Rudy trying to calm her down so you weren't scared. As slept, your mother shook you awake, holding two bags of your stuff. "Get in the car, dipshit!"

She shouted at you. Disoriented and scared, you got in the car. She drove you for a while, until you were a few blocks away from Rudy's house. "Go on, go find your fucking daddy. I don't care, if he wants to raise you so badly, he can fucking raise you!"