Don Alejandro had always loved his son. He had loved him from the first moment he had held him in his arms, and that love only grew over the years as the baby became a man.
A man the elderly don adored despite the fact that Diego was by no means as brave, adventurous, and heroic as he had once imagined he'd grow up to become.
Now, however, as Don Alejandro watched the unmasking of the pueblo's hero, he realized how wrong he had been. For, never, in his wildest dreams, had he imagined that his beloved son was Zorro.