Like Father, Like Daughter: Omakes

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Chapter 11: Grandparents

Angie and Rafael Diaz were high school sweethearts and they fell in love from the first sight. Things didn't smoothly, but that's life, the broke up a number of times before they settled all their issues and married.

Then they had Marco, he was their joy and brought so much love in their lives. Sometimes they wondered if they didn't give him enough attention, he was a worrisome child, always worried about safety and about everyone. Like what was the deal with the helmet in the shower, they had those pad in the shower. Still, they loved him and knew that he could take care of himself and take care of others.

They never really expected Marco to be like that but they were happy he could take care of others. They never expected a magical princess entering their lives and their hearts. It wasn't easy at times, Marco got taken by some lizard in a suit and they were worried about him but all things worked out.

They never saw that one day a red haired girl with horns would one day steal their son away and take him for 16 years in a span of 8 minutes. They certainly never saw that she would return with their daughter.

Seraph Celosia Diaz was possibly the biggest surprise in their lives, to find out they suddenly had a granddaughter and teenager. They lamented that they never got to hold her as a baby, never dress her up in silly Halloween costumes and take pictures, see Marco gush about her first words and her first steps.

Life was never what one expected.

0000

Heavy metal music played in the shed.

Meanwhile, Rafael held Seraph put on her goggles.

"There you go," Rafael smiled, "there you go Mijita."

"Thanks, Abuelo," Seraph replied adjusting her goggles.

"You ready?" He pulled out his chain saw and gave it to her.

Seraph looked at the tool in her hand and got used to the weight and feel. "I think so."

Rafael motioned to a hunk of twisted metal. "Okay, so here is the sculpture I'm working on."

Uncertain Seraph asked, "What should I do? I don't want to mess it up?"

Rafael fixed his own goggles, "You got it wrong, you can't do wrong. That's the beauty of art, it's just a way to express yourself. Just do whatever feels right."

Rafael smiled at her and gave her an encouraging wave.

Seraph looked at the saw, "Uh, can I try something else?"

"Yes, of course."

Seraph put down the saw and walked closer to the metal. Her hands started to grow bright hot and she plunged her hands into them. Rafael gasped but relaxed as the metal started to melt in her hands. Seraph was nervous but her grandad started to turn up the music.

"Just relax, listen to the music and go with the flow."

The heavy metal music blared and Rafael started to head bang to the tune.

Seraph smiled and did the same.

An hour later Marco came to check in on them, he opened up the shed to find his daughter banging his head and air guitaring while Seraph joyfully tore through through the metal making odd shapes and wild designs.

Marco smiled and just let them have their fun.

0000

Every month the local comic book shop had a card game tournament and as it turned out Angie was the best at it.

"Take that Bobby!" Angie yelled out as she slammed down the card beating the ten-year-old kid. Honestly this month's matches were a lot easier than normal, mostly because Seraph was sitting next to Angie.

Seraph took a lot after her grandmother, many noting how much Seraph looked like her.

With another victory, Angie was awarded another gift certificate. Claiming her reward the comic book guy looked at the pair.

"Huh, Angie. I didn't know you had a daughter, I thought you only had a son."

"She's not my daughter, this is my granddaughter."

"Hi!" Seraph waved.

The comic book guy looked at the girl and then at Angie, and then remembered last time he saw Marco.

He opened his mouth to ask a question but couldn't make any words come out, his mind struggling to figure any of this out.

Angie taking the gift certificate to tell Seraph, "Okay, how about we get you some comics?"

"Thanks, Grandma!"

Seraph had taken to the comics, stories about heroes in colorful costumes fighting the bad guys and winning.

Seraph was picking up comics when something else caught her eye.

"Hey, grandma can I get this instead?"

Angie looked curiously as Seraph picked up a starter pack of the guard game she just won.

"Yeah, I think it would be fun to learn from you and play."

Angie's eyes softened, "You pick any comics you want, I'll buy you that and I can show you how to play once we get home."

Seraph smiled widely, "Thank grandma you are the best."

0000

Seraph was helping set up the dinner table as Angie and Rafael finished making food. Angie smiled softly, this was not how she thought about having a grandchild, but it was wonderful in its own way.

They got this energetic girl in their homes and they got to share more of themselves with her, they had more time to show her more. After dinner, Angie was planning on sharing some of her favorite poems with her. They loved having her and helping her learn more of the world and helping her find ways to express herself.


Author's Notes: Just some of what Angie and Rafael go through with Seraph in their home.