A young girl sat in the nursery. She was nervous. Tonight was the night of her gift ceremony. This is the night she had been preparing for since she was born. It had to go perfectly. The entire town was looking at her.
The nursery door opened. Her mother poked her head through the door. "There you are," Dolores said. "Your father and I have been looking for you. It's almost time."
"I know," the girl sighed. "But I'm scared. What if it doesn't work?"
She walked over to her daughter's bed. Dolores got on her knees to be on her daughter's level. "Then you'll be just like your prima, Mirabel," Dolores said. "You'll still be just as special as the rest of your family. The miracle was never the magic we have. It was our family."
"But what if it does work?" the girl asked. "What if it causes me to go evil, like that book about the snow queen you read me."
"Camila, you are named after one of the most selfless people I ever knew," Dolores explained. "That person also just so happened to be your tío. I see more of him in you every day. You're also a Madrigal. I do not doubt in my mind that you will use your gift for good."
"Thank you, mamá," Camila said. She hugged her mom. Dolores held her close. When they found out Dolores was pregnant, they knew they wanted the baby to be named after Camilo. They kept that a secret until the baby was born. The rest of the family agreed to that. They decided if they had more kids, they were gonna choose names, not from either of their bloodlines.
Dolores perked her ears up. "Mirabel says it's time," she said.
