A/N: This is MimiOC-ish.

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Mimi wasn't born a Marquez. Technically, only one person knew that. Not Angel- her ex-husband, Nathan Marquez. Mimi herself was born as Marianela Claudine Garcia.

Today was November ninth. Mimi took the day off, and left Alphabet City by train at seven in the morning. She used the money she had worked for to pay for the ride to Albany. And it was a long ride. Mimi went through a mental checklist of what she had brought, and silently congratulated herself for remembering it all.

Mimi was dressed differently. She wore a plain, cream-colored tunic that had blue embroidering with dark jeans, complete with boots, a large leather belt, and a light jacket. Her wild, long hair was tied back, and her make up was gone. It was a lot more formal that what she'd normally wear.

The train stopped at Albany, and it was already dusk. She walked from the train station to the graveyard, where he was waiting. They were waiting.

The graveyard was serene. The leaves rustled quietly on the ground with the November breeze, and a sense of peace overwhelmed her. Mimi walked in silence to their spot, and crouched down when she got there.

Two graves. Father and daughter.

Nathan Ortega Marquez
1966-1987

Lysandra Eileen Marquez
1986-1987

"Hey there," she whispered to her daughter. "I've missed you, sweetie. I haven't forgotten you in these three years. I'd visit more often if I could, but I can't. So once a year it is. I love you, remember that."

Moving onto her late husband's grave, she spoke to him. "I've moved on. I'm even engaged. But I haven't forgotten. When I'm ready –when he's ready to know- I'll bring him here with me. His name is Roger, and he's been good to me. I never thought I'd see the day that I'd smile with another guy, never thought I'd light a candle, unafraid."

"A little piece of me died with you when the fire h-happened. For me, life completely changed afterwards. I'm so sorry –to both of you- but yes, I did start working at the Catscratch Club, and yes, I got hooked on heroin. I should've told you this last year, but I didn't. I'm sorry." Mimi looked up at the two graves, quiet tears streaming down her face.

"But.. I've changed. I've gotten clean, but I will see you up there soon. I have AIDS, and Lysandra sweetie, that's a very bad disease. I look forward to seeing you both at last, but I do want to live a while longer with Roger."

Mimi lit two tea-candles, a pink one for Lysandra, and a white one for Nathan. "I miss you both. I still love you. I always will. And Lysandra, baby, happy third birthday."

And with that, Mimi ate a homemade cupcake with pink frosting and sprinkles in her honor.