It was strange all these mixed feelings for a man who has known you since you were a baby... Alejandro Vargas, a close friend of your mother and colonel of Los Vaqueros... He was big, strong and dominant, everything you could dream in the age of 18...

There was a celebration in your parents' garden this evening, everyone was there. Alejandro too...

You stood carefully next to him with a glass of lemonade, he had an arm around you and laughed at your father's jokes...