This all began he thought- when Pedro Páramo, coming from such low beginnings, climbed his way to the top. He grew like a weed. The worst part is I made it all possible: "I confess Father that last night I slept with Pedro Páramo." "I confess Father that I had a son by Pedro Páramo." "That I gave my daughter to Pedro Páramo." I kept waiting for him to show up and confess something himself, but he never did.