Not much to say here.

If I owned it, I'd be rich and not owe my mom $8 anymore.

Oh, yea, and I forgot to mention that Michelle is going by Mimi full-time now. Only her parents (good riddance) and teachers would call her Michelle.

"Mimi-chica, you're all cleaned up. Now, what were you doing at school, alone, in the dark with a suitcase?" Mike demanded.

"I got ki-… I ran away."

"¿Por qué?" (why?)

"Because… Mike, she was saying how I couldn't hang out with you, and she was insulting you. I couldn't deal… she was saying how you were not right, you were a mistake for wanting to wear my dress..."

Mike's face hardened at every word. Mimi started to cry.

"She said she never wanted to see me again, so I left. I couldn't deal with it, Mike. She was telling me how bad you were, when you're not!" Mike fell against the younger girl, holding her tight.

"It's gonna be okay, mi chica. You can live here, we'll take care of you, right Abuela?"

"Por supuesto, Angelo. Ella es tu amiga y tu hermana." (Of course. She is your friend and your sister) Abuela replied. Mimi was overjoyed. She had a family again. She had the older brother… sister… she's always wanted, and a loving grandmother. All she needed now was-

"Grace!"

"Que?"

"Grace! My little sister, I left here there. I left her at my mother's house, with that perra! She won't take care of her, she'll make her into a pequeño (small) version of her!" Mike looked Mimi straight in the eye.

"We can't save her, chica… it's too late. She'll be on the lookout for you." Mimi wept. She has always been the one to care for the toddler… now she will probably never see her again.

"Dry your tears, honey. Let's get you a room." Mike helped Mimi up, and helped her bring her suitcase up to his room.

"I think we can share mi dormitorio (my bedroom) for now, until we can clear out a space for you."

"Esta bien" (that's okay) Mike noticed Mimi's terse behavior.

"Mimi-chica… you can't dwell on this. That will just make it worse. Cheer up. Let me see your beautiful smile." Mimi tried. She really did try, but she missed her sister already.

"Well, chica, it's a start. Now, we've got to get you settled in. let's put your suitcase over there…" Mike set to work as he set up a makeshift bed.

"Mike? Uhmm…"

"What is it, sweetie?"

"Well, uhm. Does Abuela… know?"

"She knows I'm gay, sweetheart. Chica, I don't hide. Ohh! I didn't tell you about Bret, did I?"

"No, you didn't!" Mimi squealed. They were talking late into the night about Will and Bret just like two sisters.

Gahh! Major writer's block here. Sorry it's so short. I will be back with another chapter soon-ish though. But don't be too happy… it's gonna be a sad one.