Diego was your dad, he left you when you were and infant and your mom was 20, leaving you both in the same ghetto “the hood neighborhood. Your mom had died when you were 7, ever since then you learned to live by yourself. You lied and stole very well and usually stole spray paint and sometimes even albums.you are now 17 years old, out in a record shop, you see a man pass by you. You soon left but the man followed behind with his gang. It was your dad…Diego.. “Oye, chiquilla.” He said to you.