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Briiiiiiing briiiiiiing briiiiiiing
Groaning sleeply Mirabel turns over and smacks her alarm clock ending the awful ringing. Turning back over she mumbles and nestles into her warm turquoise covers trying to get a few more minutes of precious sleep before getting ready for school. Unfortunately Casita wouldn't allow that, the magical apartment raised up the floor on one of the sides of her bed making her literally roll out of bed.
“Graaa….Casitaaaa” Mirabel whined on the floor
Casita responded by knocking her alarm clock to the floor which coincidentally started ringing again.
“Ugggggghhh”
Now fully dressed for highschool Mirabel steps outside her room and skips downstairs, after waving to the portrait of Abuelo Pedro she goes into the kitchen to fix herself some breakfast. She sees her madre Julieta and gives her a big but slightly sleepy smile.
“Buenas dias mama, what are you making?”
“Buenas días Mirabel, I'm making us Migas de Arepa. Would you mind fixing the coffee, you know how your tia and padre get in the mornings.” Julieta asked.
“Of course mama!”
Fixing breakfast with her madre has always been something Mirabel had done since she was little, and while of course she is nowhere as good at cooking as her madre she would like to think she's a pretty good cook. Cooking with her madre gives her a chance to wake up and prepare for the day while also giving her a while of peace before the rest of her family wakes up.
“Would you like some coffee madre?” Mirabel asked, ready to pour a cup into her mother's favorite mug (which is a cup Mirabel painted for her when she was 6, Mirabel thinks it's kinda ugly with the misshapen butterflies but her mama says it's the most beautiful cup they own).
“Si Mira, gracias.” her mother says with a tired smile.
After fifteen minutes Julietta and Mirabel finally get everyone's breakfast ready, and Mirabel goes upstairs to wake everyone else up.
She knocks her hands and hips against her familias doors, though she does it slightly quieter for Dolores since her ears can be sensitive in the morning. Afterwards she goes back to the dining room table and starts to eat her food.
About midway into her breakfast she sees Antonio enter the room rubbing the sleepy from his eyes and holding his favorite animal printed blanket. Closely following him are Abuela and hermanna Luisa.
“Buenos dias, breakfast is ready!” Mirabel says
“Buenos dias, do you have everything ready for escuela Mirabel?” Abuela says.
“Si Abuela, I'm already dressed and have my lunch ready.”
“Well when you're done with your breakfast be sure to make sure you have everything in your backpack, we don't want you to be late again because you didn't have everything already in it.”
“Of course Abuela!” Mirabel said, though she was slightly disappointed that her abuela didn't thank her for helping out with making coffee and breakfast. Though she supposes she hasn't thanked her for that in a while. She pushes that thought away and goes back to eating her breakfast as her family members start to chat with one another before they go to work and school.
School was fine as usual, nothing too exciting happened today other than Mirabel having a math test and working on a new project for her art class. In the morning she goes to the school along with her primo Camillo but she usually goes home alone since her primo has theater practice after school.
While she could go home Mirabel usually just goes to her mother's bakery, The Mordeduras Curativas (The Healing Bites) to work on her school stuff. Stepping inside the heavenly smell of fresh baked goods fills her nose which puts a smile to her face. She sees various customers sitting at tables and a large line at the register, and she spots her parents working hard behind the counter.
“Buenos tardes mamá, papá! Need any help?” Mirabel asks as she puts her school stuff by the storage room.
Her mother nods gratefully as she says, “yes thank you Mira”
Passing by her father who is trying to not spill a cup of hot coffee onto his hands she passes him a lid and he gives her a smile.
“Gracias Mira, I always move too quickly when I'm making a drink. I can't even count the number of times I've burned my hands from spilling it.”
Mirabel chuckles and takes the cup from her father, pushing her dad to go take orders from customers and leave her with the drinks.
After a while her mother calls out to her, “Mirabel could you go in the back and put the Roscón de Arequipe in some boxes? They're still in the oven ready for you, we have an order for the hospital that's supposed to be ready in thirty minutes.”
“Of course mami!” Mirabel says as she rushes off to help.
Mirabel goes to the back and takes the bread from the oven before she brings it to a mostly empty cabinet. Picking up a stack of boxes Mirabel starts placing bread inside of them and sealing them with a sticker.
Because of her mothers extraordinary gift she can heal peoples injuries with her food so she takes orders from nearby hospitals. Her madre used to repeat that she doesn't need help but with the influx of orders her mother recently put up flyers saying they're looking for workers. Mirabel hopes that a lot of people come for an interview, her madre can't work the register and cook after all. Seeing her mother so tired makes Mirabel wish there were others with gifts like her mamas, that way she wouldn't have to do the cooking all on her own. For now though Mirabel must do her very best to make her familia proud, and one of the ways she can do that is by helping her madre.
It took a while and she has multiple paper cuts on her hands but she's finished. Honestly she's just thankful she hasn't tripped making all the boxes tumble to the floor. Now though she's waving to the truck from the hospital, thanking them from business. Finished with her task she goes back to the counter to help with her parents.
However she bumps into her father on the way there, “Ah padre lo siento, are you ok?”
“Ai Mira, spilled coffee on myself again, just going to bandage myself up.” her father said with a smile, perhaps it's because of how often he gets hurt that her father has such high pain tolerance?
“Do you think you could work at the register and drinks till I get back?” He asks, breaking Mirabel out of her thoughts.
“Si padre!” Mirabel says with a nod
Mirabel isn't sure if it's normal for a bakery to be this packed, it seems like there's always a long line of customers. She feels like she's been rushing around for hours, when in actuality she's only been here for two hours.
“I have an Aguapanela for Mr Hambro?” She says while holding a warm cup in her hands.
A man with a gut walks toward her and she thrusts the cup into his hand, however in doing so she discovers she hadn't put the lid on tight enough and the drink spills onto the man's shirt.
“Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!” She says grabbing some napkins.
The man smiles at her, at least he doesn't seem mad.
“No worries Mirabel, at least I got it cold am I right?”
“Ah si, that could have been much worse.”
“The man grins and laughs good naturally.
“Are you sure you don't have a gift, maybe your power is being clumsy! Ha ha ha.”
Mirabel winces and gives him a strained smile, thanks a lot man that's TOTALLY a nice thing to say. /sar
“I uh yeah…”
“I guess you could say I got the not special special! Ha ha ha, I crack myself up, dontcha think?” The man loudly says, making some other customers turn to look at Mirabel in confusion.
“Uhhh yeah….” Mirabel says getting more and more uncomfortable, did the man have to say that so loud.
After the man leaves Mirabel's bad mood remains, even though she doesn't make any more mistakes she can't help but feel like everyone else is talking about her. It's at times like this she wonders how her padre and tio Felix remain so unbothered, after all they dont have gifts either. By the time she looks back up at the clock she sees that it's 4:30, perhaps it's best she goes home before she messes up again. After double checking with her parents Mirabel puts a smile onto her face and waves at them before walking home, hopefully her family won't bring anything up about her lack of gift for the rest of the night. She tries to stay happy and optimistic, but nowadays hses found herself having a harder and harder time acting like she isn't bothered by such talk.
If only there was someone who understood her, someone who could convince her that she's just as special as everyone else.
Why doesnt anyone in her familia have to struggle like this, why is she the only one hurting…
Why is she all alone…