Abuelo / Lost

@abuelolost​ asked: “ how bad is it this time? ”

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    “ oh, it’s nothing i can’t handle, abuelo! ”  holding up her hands with a small smile pulling at her lips, isabela wondered if he’d even be convinced – he always seemed to try to aid her when it seemed the expectations laid upon her were getting too much – it was something she had always loved about him.. but she would do whatever she had to do to keep her family strong. she reached out, giving both of his hands a small, gentle squeeze. 

"But what of your heart, Isabela?" Alma wanted everything to be perfect, but Pedro could see that his granddaughter was not truly happy.

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He’d haunted the halls of Casita from the moment the miracle had taken hold. He’d never left Alma or the triplets, watching over them even now.

Alma had changed over the years, she was older than he would ever be, but he still found her beautiful.

Though to her he was nothing more than a cold breeze sweeping through a room, Pedro still visited Alma when he wasn’t caught up with their children or grandchildren.

She was reading when he came into her room tonight, his presence making the pages of her book flutter.

He wished he were still alive so she could see him. But he would settle for what he had.

          As years went by, traces of the woman she used to be was no longer present. She had to be strong for the encanto, she had to be strong for the family. Not once she could show vulnerability…until now.

Everything that happened helped her open her eyes again—clearer & better than ever.

As she settled in for the night, she decided to relax with a book. Having sat in her chair, she was about to begin until a gentle gust of wind turned the pages of her book. Strange…there was no wind at the moment.

Raising a brow, she closed her book & put it on the nightstand, then looked around the room.

Then, a faint, familiar voice.

Eyes widened upon catching it, as she knew that whisper anywhere.

Her reaction made him smile, never before had his words reached any of his family, but now by some miracle they had.

"I am here," He said, now if only he could touch her again. He had never expected to live on like this, the last time he had touched her he thought he was going to die.

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"I am so proud of you, Brunito, I know that you don't make bad things happen. You just try to warn others." Pedro patted his son's back sympathetically, even he heard the whispers about his son from the villagers.

Wait... he was... proud of him? That was a certified shock to the system, and to hear it from his papá only deepened the effect it had on him. That might've been what he needed to hear after all of the townspeople treating him like some kind of bringer of doom as well as Pepa's disastrous wedding. Yet, there was still a reluctance present in his gaze as he sighed. "That's what everyone else thinks, though. I can't just magically change everyone's minds about me-" An apologetic look then quickly appeared as he faced him, eyes wide. "Not that I don't appreciate what you said! I do! Means a lot coming from you. But..."

Pedro's face fell, the pain in his only son, broke the gentle writers heart.

Today was no surprise. He was again out in the open in his home, but following a slew of questions from young Antonio, he found himself equal parts drained and aching. And when he heard the familiar voice cutting through his self imposed exile sitting in the shade behind the casita, he cracked one eye open, peering in that direction until he immediately tried to stand, shaking off the notion that anything was wrong at all.

“Ah, Papá, I didn’t hear you calling, one second sorry-”

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"I know a place where we can pick all the flowers for Mamá we want." He said taking his son by the hand, he knew Alma would love the bouquet they brought back for her no matter where they came from, but the flowers by the river were the prettiest.

He accepted the hand that was given to him, following after his father. He wasn't sure where they were going, but he trusted his Papá. If he said it was a good place for flowers, then who was Bruno to argue? He didn't know anything about those sorts of things, after all.

Until now, now he brought his only son to the rivers edge where the flowers grew.

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Pedro often worried about his son, had since the first time the boy had come home from school in tears because the other children were cruel to him.

So when he knocked on Bruno's door, he tried not to show his concern. Julieta and Peppa had told him enough about how the other boys had tried to beat up their brother because of his gift, that he knew his son was still hurting.

Ay oruguitas, no se aguanten más

Hay que crecer a parte y volver

Hacia adelante seguirás

Vienen milagros, vienen crisálidas

“I thought we would have a different life.”

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“Mi mariposa pequeña, I know today will be… difficult, so if you need to talk before Antonio’s ceremony, I am here for you.”

“It’s ok Abuelo! I’m totally fine! I mean tonight is gonna be awesome and hey! I made these really cool candle holders for everyone!” She exclaims, holding up the candle holders, her Abuelo is much more easy going than Abuela is, so it was easier to talk to him. She always felt like she could talk to Abuelo Pedro, he was like her best friend and she told him everything…yup everything. She sighed, her smile fading. 

“I’m not fine.” She said softly. “I am happy for Antonio, of course I am…it’s just….sometimes I wonder why didn’t I get a miracle too? Did I do something wrong? Was it because I’m not as…perfect like everyone else?”

"No, mi amor," Mirabel was every inch as special as the rest of the family. So she had no gift, neither did Pedro, in fact the fact that Mirabel had no gift made her all the more dear to Pedro.

"You wouldn't be you, with a gift, and you don't need one." Pedro said hugging his granddaughter with one arm.

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"And where do you think you are going?"

Mirabel's gift ceremony hadn't gone well, and Pedro hadn't slept since, he knew Alma had asked Bruno to use his gift to see what would become of their miracle, but it was unexpected to see his son sneaking out in the night.

Bruno was shaken up, he didn't want to ever look into the future, and mamá knew that. Still she begged him to see what was to come, and though what he had seen wasn't inherently bad, it would be taken badly. He knew that for certain.

"I see," Pedro may not have a gift, but he was good at telling when his children were lying, it came in handy as a parent.

Nodding Pedro glanced towards the candle that hosted their miracle.

"Poor Mirabel, she's asleep now, I don't know what we're going to do just yet... I suppose she'll have to stay in the nursery."

Turning his attention back to Bruno, Pedro clapped Bruno on the shoulder.

"I'm sure she'll be fine. She's a good kid just... make sure she feels as special as she is." He was worried about how she would be treated after what happened tonight, and he really didn't know how he was going to pull off his little disappearing act, if he could barely keep it together in front of his father.

"Buenas noches, hijo." Pedro said with a small smile, he still didn't go to bed, not until late that night.

Come morning, no one talked much, Mirabel refused to come out of the nursery, nor would she let anyone in.

Bruno did not come to breakfast, and Pedro advised the family to leave his youngest be. But by lunch, even he was starting to worry about his son.

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"And where do you think you are going?"

Mirabel's gift ceremony hadn't gone well, and Pedro hadn't slept since, he knew Alma had asked Bruno to use his gift to see what would become of their miracle, but it was unexpected to see his son sneaking out in the night.

Bruno was shaken up, he didn't want to ever look into the future, and mamá knew that. Still she begged him to see what was to come, and though what he had seen wasn't inherently bad, it would be taken badly. He knew that for certain.

"I see," Pedro may not have a gift, but he was good at telling when his children were lying, it came in handy as a parent.

Nodding Pedro glanced towards the candle that hosted their miracle.

"Poor Mirabel, she's asleep now, I don't know what we're going to do just yet... I suppose she'll have to stay in the nursery."

Turning his attention back to Bruno, Pedro clapped Bruno on the shoulder.