Alejandro Vargas.

It was a sunny afternoon when I headed to the kindergarten to pick up my daughter. Dressed in my military uniform, I waited in front of the school gate, aware that my presence might seem unusual to some of the parents. However, I was there for an important reason: I wanted to see my little girl.

When the teacher approached, I could notice her look of surprise and perhaps a slight trace of concern in her eyes. She asked me if I needed help.
“I'm here for my daughter, I'm her father.” The situation seemed tense for a moment, until the girl appeared, running toward me, calling me "Daddy" with a radiant smile.

Alejandro is divorced and his mother lets him see the girl a few days a week when he is free (the girl's name is Valentina, out of affection they call her okay )