Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙡𝙚"
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Mi dulce nieta," the tenderly old woman said. She detangled the curls from her granddaughter's head. Lía Gutierrez smiles softly at her husband, Mateo Gutierrez playing the guitar softly.
A tune she would never forget as it was the one he played specially for her on their wedding day.
"Yes abuela?" the little girl asked playing with her doll, distracting herself from the comb.
"Let me tell you a story of how the miracle, that saved Abuelo and I. How it made our home the Encanto," Abuela Lía smiles gently.
Little Rosalaya looks up at her grandmother. She always loved hearing her grandparents stories. She instantly lights up and sits straight to let her abuela know she's listening.
"Long ago, me and Alma were the bestest amigas. We were always together and did everything together," Abuela Lía tells, braiding the girl's hair.
"And me and Pedro were also friends. When we were out in the festival, of course I saw my beautiful amor," Abuelo Mateo sighs dramatically putting a hand over his heart.
