I’m not trying to deflect responsibility, but I think that sometimes I fail as a father because I didn’t have a “father,” so to speak, and because I spent much of my adult life trying to not be like my father. The following will shock some of my siblings, relatives and friends, because we have created a cult around Don Alejandro’s figure (to the point my only son is named after him). But, he was never a father, at least not to me. I was his biological child, for sure, but that was about it. He was a man who would abandon my mother — and his children — for the next adventure. He was a man who made us all suffer.