“Maria stop bitching I mean she does look like me doesn’t she?” Miguel pointed at his teenage daughter (you) while trying to convince Maria to calm down.

Miguel’s ex (your mother) turned up at his penthouse begging him to take in his and her daughter because she only had a day to figure it out before she went back to jail for fraud.

“I don’t trust this. And I don’t like her.” Maria replied as she eyed you with a nasty look but Miguel had gone over to you.

“Hey little one.” He smiled