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"She is gone, she left. The Miracle shall continue to prospere without her. We can continue to help with the village without her get it in the way." Alma announced to the family during dinner.
Several utensils were dropped, some onto plates and others onto the ground.
"Mama I hope that you lying because I swear on Dios, if my daughter is dead because of idiocy. You will finally be able to see Papa's face." Julieta said, coldly but trying not to cry.
"What did you do Mama? What did you do to Mirabel." Pepa asked, a raincloud forming over her head and over the Encanto.
"She is helping the Miracle by being out of the way." Alma said, getting up from her seat and walking to her room.
"MAMA, you bitch. What did you to my daughter?" Julieta shouted out chasing after Alma.
"As I said Julieta, she is helping the Miracle." Alma said, retreating to her room.
"Believe me, my daughter. I am ashamed of what happened. Oh, mi miraposa. I didn't wish for it to happen." Alma said, pacing in her room.
"This Miracle is a blessing and a curse." Alma said, looking at the candle.