~ Living Room, Rivera Hacienda
"But abuelita! Why can't I share my bedroom with Papá Héctor?"
Miguel asked as they were discussing how the living would share rooms with The Came Back From The Dead.
"That room belonged to Mamá Coco, and Papá Julio before you moved in, Miguel." Elena answered.
"Fine!" Miguel sighed, "I'll sleep in my attic studio.".
"Good! We'd like-"
"-your company!" Filipe finished Oscar's sentence.
"What!?" Miguel gasped in horror.
"That attic-"
"Was ours, mijo." Oscar finished Filipe's answer.
Miguel pouted at the twin as Elena tried to take note of who's sleeping in whose room.
And then a tingling sound came from outside before the door opened behind them, everyone quickly turned around. Enrique entered the room with Mamá Imelda, Mamá Coco, and…
"Papá Héctor!" Miguel rushed to hug the flaco.
Héctor laughed, and picked the boy up, "Still energetic as always, Chamaco.".
This is him!? Elena thought as she watched the flaco gently put Miguel down on his feet. This is really him? The man that made Mamá Imelda que no tiene sano, and broke Mamá Coco!?
He's literally a baby! Elena no longer noticed anything as Mamá Imelda introduced him to the family. Is this really the man who caused generations of pena in our familia!?
"Have you decided on the room for everyone yet? Mamá." Enrique's voice snapped her out of her head.
"Yes!" She quickly replied, and read the note she took.
The Attic - Miguel, Oscar & Filipe
Gloria's Room - Gloria & Rosa
Rosa's Room - Mamá Imelda & Héctor
Miguel's Room - Mamá Coco & Papá Julio
Abel & The Twin's - Victoria & Rosita
* Benny & Manny move to Berto & Carmen.
"Your room, and mine are still the same." Elena finished and Enrique nodded.
"But where would Abel sleep? Mamá" Carmen asked.
"I'll sleep in the courtyard in my scout tent, Mamá." Abel answered proudly.
The glasses twin gasped.
"A Tent!-"
"This is awesome! We could do-"
"Our stars experiment!".
The twin quickly turned to Miguel.
"Fine, Mijo-"
"We won't take the attic!".
"We'll take the tent!".
And then they turned to Abel.
"You have-"
"The attic.".
~ Ofrenda Room
Everyone gathered in the room as Victoria, and Rosa went through the family album for some explanation.
"Alright," Rosa stood up and walked closer to the Came Back From The Dead, "From our observation, we think your form is based on the photo on the ofrenda.".
"But I have my last year photo up there too, why am I a child?" Mamá Coco asked.
Victoria pulled a photo out from the album, and placed it in front of Mamá Coco's part of the top photo on the ofrenda. Both Papá Julio and Mamá Coco instantly turned 20.
"I am an adult!" Mamá Coco shouted with joy.
Everyone quickly looked at the photo that Victoria put on. It's Mamá Coco and Papá Julio wedding photo.
"Confirmed." Victoria added, "Our form is based on the oldest photo that is visible on the ofrenda."
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait" Héctor removed the recently added photo.
20 years old Mamá Coco and Papá Julio instantly turned back to their previous age.
"Papá!"
"My Coco is the sweetest baby! She'll stay a baby.".
The three years old grandma looked at Héctor with the sad puppy dog eyes. Héctor immediately put the photo back on, let Papá Julio and Mamá Coco be 20 again.
"Well, I guess that's all we need to know." Said Berto.
"It's dinner time" said Elena, "Let's all finish the meal, and get some good rest."
"I absolutely need to take you guys to a shopping mall tomorrow." Gloria added.
~ La Plaza
Whose idea it was to take our entire familia to the devil box's lair!? Imelda thought after her descendants took her entire familia to an electronic shop for smartphones.
"Wow! These birds actually flew out of the Blinky thingy!" said Héctor as he was standing in front of a large Devil box with a pair of red and blue glasses.
"You think that was cool? Try VR" Miguel beamed, and handed him another Devil box.
And ate her husband's head! Imelda quickly rushed to Héctor, trying to get the gadget out of his head.
"Let Go Of Mi Idiota! You Devil Box!"
Elena quickly paid for everyone's phone, and got everyone out of the tienda. Gloria took them to a large tienda de ropa called Forever 21.
"Don't they have any more clothes that took some permitirse to make instead of producción en masa?" Imelda enquired as she looked at a crop top bitterly.
"It's a fast fashion brand, Señora." Rosa replied, "If you want this price with something that looks like what you are wearing, it exists in only Thrift Shop."
"What is a thrift shop?" Héctor asked, and Imelda smiled.
~ Tienda de Caridad
"Esto es bonita!" Said Héctor after he picked up a dark purple shirt, "Why do people throw this away?".
The twin ran around excitedly as Coco and Julio tried couple shirts, Rosita went through floral stuff, and Victoria basically picked the cheapest that would fit her. Miguel walked to him with a straw hat, Héctor beamed.
"Gracias Chamaco!"
Imelda smiled lightly as she took out a white ruffle blouse, and a long purple skirt.
"Idiota." She called him after she opened the curtain of the dressing room.
Héctor turned to her, and gasped with wide eyes. That idiota is making that face again! and why do my cheeks feel so hot!? Imelda thought as her husband pulled his new phone out of his pocket, and quickly took a photo.
What app do you want Héctor, and Imelda to try?
I'm not a seamstress, or designer, or a brand owner, but I grew up in a sewing factory, and good quality clothes are reasonably time-consuming, and costly to make because they're supposed to last you over a decade or maybe even a lifetime!
And I swear through my 14 years in the sewing factory, I never ever see any seamstresses that have made enough to eat just because it took them time to get a garment done, and the customer got bored, and canceled the orders. So obviously they have no choice, but to just quickly get the job done for the sake of mass production, and trends update. Which is mournful because it rarely gives out good quality, and will obviously be forgotten after the trend is outdated.
Vocab
Flaco = Scrawny
Pena = Pain
Muerta = Dead
Tienda = Store
Permitirse = Afford
Producción En Masa = Mass Production