So in this chapter takes place 5 years later. Mirabel now has a 5yo named Alana whose gift is telekinesis.
Alana still likes to sleep with her mama and papa, whose room used to be abuela Alma's room. But she still goes in the nursery sometimes. "Mi vida?" The now 30yo Mirabel says as she's looking for Alana. "Yes mama?" she asks in a sad voice. "You ok amor?" Asks Mirabel. "No" Alana replies. "Why?"
"Well I sorta feel like I have to be like you to be pretty." Says Alana "No mi vida. You don't have to be like me to be beautiful. You're beautiful the way you are! You should be lucky you have a gift and don't need to hold onto something when you can't see." Says Mirabel "Really mama? Am I that beautiful?" "Of course!"
Hey guys I'm sorry that this is so short...
