Miguel loves books. Ever since he understood what books are, he would always like his parents or older siblings to read to him. He loves the stories that are told to him. It is no surprise the Miguel taught himself how to read at the age of four. He would read easy picture books and learn the alphabet. He would learn how to spell small words like "cat" or "mat." His teachers would be very impress by how fast his learning basic reading and writing skills. It makes La Muerte and Xibalba proud.

One night, as La Muerte tuck Miguel in his bed, Miguel ask his mother something unexpected.

"Mami, can I read to you this time?" Miguel ask.

La Muerte was a bit surprised about Miguel wanting to read to her. But she smiles. "Of course. What would you like to read?"

"Green Eggs and Ham." Miguel answer.

La Muerte got up from Miguel's bedside. "Ok dear, I'll go get you that book."

La Muerte walks to Miguel's neat bookshelf and found Green Eggs and Ham. She walk back to the bed and give him the book.

"Mami."

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Can Papi listen too?" He asks shyly.

"Of course. We can listen together. I'll go find him."

"Thank you, Mami."

La Muerte found Xibalba in Mila's room. Xibalba tries to get her into bed.

"Mila, it's bedtime."

"But I'm not tired!" She whined.

"You will be when you're in bed! I'll even read you a bedtime story."

"How about we listen to Miguel while he reads to us." La Muerte interrupt.

Both Mila and Xibalba turn their attention to the door.

"Miguel is going to read us a bedtime story and he wants us to listen."

Mila rolls her eyes. "I don't want a stupid bedtime story! I want to play some more!"

Xibalba turns to Mila. "Mila!"

La Muerte walks up to Xibalba and places her hand on his shoulder to calm him down. She then walk up to Mila and kneel down to her level.

"Mila. You don't have to listen to your brother read, but you must go to bed. Everyone else is going to sleep."

Mila crosses her arms and turns away.

"Mila. Please look at Mami."

Mila tries to ignore her.

"Milagros." La Muerte said in a stern voice, only using Mila's full name when she wants to be strict with her. And Mila knew if she pushed her mother's buttons, she will get in deep trouble.

Mila looks at her mom. "Yeah?"

"You don't have to sleep or listen to your brother sleep. But if you decide to play, you'll have lots of chores to do tomorrow."

"Mami!"

"Don't Mami me, it's your choice."

Mila sigh. "Fine. I'll listen to Miguel read."

La Muerte smile. "Good. Now let's go to Miguel's bedroom, his waiting for us."

Miguel waits patiently for his parents in his bed. Finally, La Muerte, Xibalba, and Mila came into the bedroom.

"Why is Mila here?" Miguel ask.

"She's going to listen to you read." La Muerte answers as she sits on the side of the bed.

Miguel smile. "Really?"

Mila climbs onto the bed to sit with her mother. "Yeah, just read the story."

"Milagros. What did I tell you about being rude?" La Muerte ask.

"Not to be rude to other people." Mila respond. She sits in front of her mother. La Muerte wraps her arms around her daughter.

"Well? Let's listen to you read." Xibalba said sitting down behind La Muerte.

Miguel opens the book. "So this book is called Green Eggs and Ham."

Miguel turns to the first page. "I am D…d…"

Miguel look up nervously at his parents. Already his messing up.

"Sound it out Miguel." La Muerte suggest.

Miguel looks back to his book. "D..an..el..Dan..el…Daniel."

"Mami, Papi. Why are you in Miguel's room?"

Everyone turn to the doorway and standing there are Adeleine and Elphaba.

La Muerte smile. "Miguel is reading us a story. Do you want to listen?"

"Sure." Elphaba answer.

"Ok." Adeleine answer.

They both walk to the bed and sit down on the floor, the two girls look up at their little brother.

Now Miguel is getting nervous. More people listening to him read out loud for the first time.

"It's ok Miguel, we want to listen to you." La Muerte encourages him.

Miguel nod and look back at the book. "I am D..an..iel..I am Sam…Sam, I am."

Miguel looks up from his book a bit to see all eyes are on him. He looks back at his book.

"That Sam-I-am. That Sam-I-am. I do not like that Sam-I-am."

He looks at everyone again.

"You're doing great, keep reading." Xibalba encourage.

Miguel turns to his book. "Do you like green eggs and ham? I do not like them Sam-I-am. I do not like green eggs and ham."

Miguel read the book with some trouble, but overall he did a good job. When he was done, he closes the book. "The end."

Everyone who was listening claps.

"I'm so proud of you Miguel!" La Muerte complement.

"You did well." Xibalba complement.

"Yeah, you did a good job. Maybe you can read us some more?" Elphaba suggest.

Miguel beam. "Really? You want me to read you guys some more?"

"Not tonight, but maybe tomorrow you can read a different book. Besides." La Muerte points downward to Mila, who is sound asleep in her arms. "I think someone is tired."

Miguel giggle. "Ok. I would like to read again tomorrow."

Elphaba and Adeleine got up from the floor and give their parents and Miguel a good night hug before they left Miguel's bedroom.

La Muerte leans in and gives Miguel a kiss on the forehead. "Good night my Miguel, you did good today."

"Good night Mami."

La Muerte got up from the bed, holding Mila in her arms and walk out of the bedroom. Xibalba went up to Miguel and give him a hug.

"Good job mi Hijo. I'm very proud of you."

Miguel smile big. "Thank you, Papi."

"Have a goodnight Miguel," Xibalba said while getting up.

"Papi, is my night light on?" Miguel ask.

Xibalba looks over at the wall near Miguel's bookshelf. The little light is glowing. Even though they're in the Land of the Remembered, Miguel still gets nervous about the dark.

"Yes, Miguel. The light is on."

Miguel snuggle into the bed, "Good. Goodnight Papi, I love you."

"I love you too." Xibalba turns off the lights and closes the door, only to leave it slightly open to let some light in.

Miguel closes his eyes, thinking about how proud he made his parents and how happy he made his sisters (at least with Elphaba and Adeleine). He can't wait to read to them again. He feels so proud of himself. Finally, he gets tired, he closed his eyes and he falls asleep with his book in his arms.