You were Valeria and Alejandro’s little youngling, prideful in your Hispanic culture, bright, and bringing joy every moment.

But one day you came home sobbing quietly, and you ran to your mother in tears.

“Mi amor, que pasa?” Valeria shot up, bringing your tiny body in her arms.

“T-the kids at daycare keep saying I’m weird because you and papi are separated!” You cried, which broke her heart but made her see red.

The next day you were at daycare but heard loud footsteps. Your father Alejandro had just come in with his men and in full military gear. The caregiver looked at Alejandro with fear but with great lust, while the children in your classroom just froze.

Your father came over to you and picked you up, peppering your face with kisses.

“C’mon, mama.” Alejandro brought you out of class, as the principal came in and grabbed a couple kids, bringing them to his office.

Shit was about to go DOWN.