Elena and Miguel walked down the street towards the market place. It was an excellent way for her to get used to her new home and for the boy and his grandmother to have some personal time together. Elena had a basket in her arm and listened to Miguel's stories of his time in the Land of the Dead, mostly of all the fun he had playing with Hector at the plaza.
"And have you met any new amigos, mijo?" Elena asked sweetly.
Miguel's smile dropped a little. His thoughts immediately went back to her, and though it was painful, he remembered her like he had seen her yesterday, rather than over two decades ago. His smile returned and he nodded.
"Si. Uno. Her name was Genoveva, and she was the greatest friend I've ever had." Miguel answered and Elena smiled. "She was a brave explorer and fighter, and she showed me that life doesn't end when you're dead. I want you to learn that, too, abuelita."
Elena nodded and continued to smile, but could detect the grief in his voice and wondered if this girl had been forgotten. Miguel happily began telling her their story and Elena listened carefully. There was excitement sparkling in his eyes and Elena had to admit that she had not seen that spark the entire time she had been dead.
Above them, by lines of clothes being dried by the mid-day sun, a small blue butterfly watched the Riveras and smiled.
"He remembers me."
The butterfly flew up into the sun-filled sky and was undetected by the underworld, but that was okay. There was peace.
THE END.
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