Miguel happily hugged his beloved great grandpapa, laughing lightly once he was pulled back. “I’m alright, Papa Héctor!” He pointed to his cheek. “See? Dimple.” He said and walked past him, Dante trotting in after him. “I couldn’t wait to see you again! I didn’t know what happened after..you know...” he said quietly, never knowing in the living world if he made Mama Coco remember in time. “But I wasn’t late! I wasn’t late!” A smile grew back on his face.
“Héctor? Who’s at the- Miguel??” Imelda gasped and then put her hands on her hips. “What is going on?”
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