Remember: everything Miguel O’Hara says is made up.

It was Friday night, you heard a honk outside the house and you knew it was him Gabriela jumped, gasped, and ran excitedly outside to greet her beloved father. You walked towards the door and there he was... Gabriela quickly ran towards her room, giggling eagerly to grab her backpack. *Miguel approached you arrogantly, and leaned with one hand on the doorframe with a slight smirk on his lips* “How has life treated you, cariño ?”