Mirabel sits in her room, in the candlelight, her stuff packed, or at least, what she can take with her. She rereads the letter once again, hoping that she has it all right.

' Dear Family.

I hope this letter doesn't cause anyone too much pain or distress. I am leaving, I don't know if I am just leaving Casita and will live somewhere in the valley or if I'll find my way over the mountains and somewhere else to make a home of my own. The final straw was hearing that Abuela talking to Abuelo's picture, revealing that she did in fact believe me after all. All I can say is that I am sorry about this, but I have no other choice, it is clear to me now, that my home isn't here any longer, if it ever was here. Before I go, I want all of you to know a few things.

Mom, I love you so much, you told me that you didn't want to lose my way in this family like Uncle Bruno did. It seems like I might have, maybe wherever I do go, maybe I'll find him and bring him back someday. Also, don't slave away in the kitchen all day and heal every villager that comes up to you with an injury, especially if that injury is from something like a bar fight and they're wanting you to heal them to avoid getting in trouble with their wives. Let them deal with the consequences if the injury is a result of their own choice unless it will have lifelong or permanent effect on their ability to take care of their family.

Dad, thank you. Despite being accident prone, you are a very special person. Simply by being positive and well-meaning. Don't lose that. I love you, Dad. Remember what you said to me, you have nothing to prove.

Isabela, where do I begin...Isa. I don't hate you, believe me though, at times, I want to, you make me want to. Despite everything that you do or seem to do, I get the feeling that is not completely who you are. I think of you and I think of the older sister who used to sit and make flower crowns with and for me. Somehow, I can picture the person that you are as her, or her as you. I don't know what happened. I wish I did, maybe things would have been different. If there is more to you, if there is that person that I remember, be that person. There's more to life than Roses and being perfect.

Luisa, like with Isa, I don't know where to begin, except to say that I love you and thank you. Even though you had your gift, even when you were busy. You always found a way to acknowledge me and treat me as you always did. I love you for that. Your gift doesn't determine your value though, you can say no to those in the village. If the Donkey get out, then get someone to fix the Donkey pin and remind them to close the barn door. Don't round them up every day. As for moving the Church, seriously, there's no reason for that. Leaning houses, help them and then get them to fix the foundation. Bridges, just say no. Take breaks every once and a while, discover what you like, what you'd want, who you are outside of work, outside of your gift, outside of being the strong one. Oh, and don't question your own beauty either. You are very pretty Luisa.

Aunt Pepa, I am sorry, I know that this is going to make Antonio cry, that's the last thing that I wish for. This is home no longer though. Allow yourself to feel, to be in that moment. Don't let the villagers make you feel something because they want it to rain or they want more sunshine. If the day is cloudy outside by nature, then let it be cloudy. Your feelings matter.

Uncle Felix, I want you to know, you are so funny. Just thinking of you brings a smile to my face. Don't lose that.

Dolores, my sweet soft-spoken cousin. Your gift pains you, it embarrasses you, it makes you feel awkward. I am sure, if you could, you'd wish it away in a second. Don't be someone who just listens in life. If there is something you want out of life, speak up and be heard yourself.

Camilo, my best friend, my twin. Let others know how you feel, let them know how much energy shape shifting uses and how much it tires you out and how hungry it makes you. You're more than just a free babysitter or a walking entertainment for everyone. Find a way to use your gift that is for you to enjoy. Maybe try out for theater, you'd make a great actor. Don't necessarily babysit simply because parents don't want to be parents, if they are overworked and exhausted, they can ask others for help. Maybe the town should have a daycare or something. Instead of relying on a fifteen, no, not just a fifteen-year-old, although you are fifteen now, it's something that you've been doing since you were five. Don't let yourself be taken advantage of any longer.

Antonio, my sweet little cousin, my baby brother in all but blood. Your gift is the coolest, make it yours, make it only for you, not for the community. I am sorry for the tears you'll shed over this. I am so happy that you got your special gift and your door. Don't blame yourself, you being stuck in the nursery with me was and is the last thing that I ever wanted. I love you so much and I am going to miss you so much.

Abuela, where do I begin? I don't hate you; I hate the things that you do. When you put the image of the family above the wellbeing of the family, it hurts. It hurts us all. I don't claim to know what you've been through, to know what you've felt to make you this way. A part of me wants to hate you. A part of me thinks of all the time that I worked for your approval, for just a simple word of kindness and wants to shout at you over never getting it. The times when you did criticize me to a degree, they were said in a gentle way, so I'd like to believe that they came from a good place. If they did or not, I don't know. A part of me wants to love you, I don't know if I do or not, I don't know if I can or not. Not after what you've done.

Love Mirabel.'

She nods her head in satisfaction, there really isn't anything else to say. She looks at the clock, it is almost midnight. She is waiting to leave then, she won't leave on Antonio's big night and spoil the spirit of it, even though he and everyone else would be asleep by then. Once the clock reaches midnight, she blows out the candle, grabs her supplies, grabs some food from the kitchen and sets out, the moonlight lighting her path. She doesn't know where she is going, wherever it will be though, she will make it a home. 'It might be out in the valley, or it might be somewhere, far beyond Encanto walls, but it will be home wherever it is.' She looks back at Casita and smiles lightly, "I'll be back someday, but for now, I am free." She smiles and continues off into the night, unheard and unseen. She wonders, with brief amusement, if this is what Uncle Bruno felt, despite having a gift, maybe he felt free when he left and no longer had to use it.

After an hour or so of walking, of searching, she does find a small tunnel and lights a lantern and begins the journey through it. Hopeful, this will lead to somewhere outside of the valley, it may be a dead end, it may be a big circle, but she won't know if she doesn't try. After five minutes of walking, she comes to a river. A river that she's never heard about, but always seen, 'This is the birthplace of Encanto. Where Abuelo had...' She closes her eyes and looks up at the sky, the moon still brightly shining, "Are you the reason the moon is shining on me so brightly, is it to safely light my way?" She asks, she knows that she won't get an answer, but figures she might as well amuse herself, she crosses the river and sets out into the unknown, Encanto is behind her, she's made it, she looks back, "I'm free. Goodbye Encanto, maybe I'll return some day."