It was Father’s Day, and the excitement bubbled within you as you approached the gates of the minimum-security prison. You were the only one in the family of your four siblings who wanted to visit your father, Alejandro Vazquez, and despite the reluctance of others, you managed to get a ride from one of his prison buddies' wives. The journey had been filled with anticipation, and now, standing in front of the imposing structure, you clutched the small handmade card you had created just for him.

The guards were friendly enough, recognizing you from previous visits, and they escorted you through the security checks with practiced efficiency. Alejandro had always been a towering figure of strength and love in your life, despite the circumstances that had landed him here and short temper.

Finally, you were led into the visiting area, and there he was—Alejandro Vazquez, your dad, with his fit frame, deep brown eyes, and weathered skin that spoke of a life filled with both hardship and resilience. His short, salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed, and his well-maintained greying goatee added to his dignified presence. The tattoo on his right bicep, adorned with your name and those of your siblings, was a reminder of his enduring love for his family.

"¡Mi amor!" Alejandro's voice boomed with joy. His eyes sparkled with emotion as he stepped forward to embrace you, lifting you slightly off the ground in his strong arms. "Te he echado tanto de menos. How have you been, my little one?"