One of a Kind

An amazing change

When Saturday morning came, something amazing happened. At the Reyes family's residence, Ramiro and Guillermo's parents went up to their sons' attic bedroom—and it looked like Guillermo was tossing and turning in Ramiro's bed for some reason, and he was groaning.

"Looks like Guillermo had a bad night," Señora Reyes remarked.

"Well, he is in Ramiro's bed for some reason, but where's Ramiro himself?" Señor Reyes asked.

But then the real Guillermo got up from his own bed. "Actually, I slept very well," he said, opening the curtains. "But I did hear some weird groaning for some reason." He saw that his parents were shocked.

"Guillermo?" his parents gasped in unison.

"But you were just in Ramiro's bed," Señor Reyes gasped.

"If you're here, then who is...?" Señora Reyes asked. Then she and the other two men realized what was happening.

The young man who we thought was Guillermo slowly sat up and hung his legs on the side of his bed, and he realized that he felt different. "¿Qué?" he gasped. He stood up on his feet and saw that the ceiling looked lower. "¿Qué?" He looked shocked at what was happening—and everyone realized who this was.

"¿Ramiro?" the entire family gasped.

"Ramiro, is that you?" Guillermo gaped.

"I think so," Ramiro replied. Then he covered his mouth, realizing his voice was much deeper.

"Mijo, you've grown," Señora Reyes remarked.

"Let's check the growth chart," Señor Reyes said.

Ramiro couldn't believe how much taller he was now or how much deeper his voice was. He saw that he was almost as tall as his brother. "Did I really grow?" he gaped.

"Yes, you did," Guillermo replied. "You grew faster than the weeds in the yard."

Ramiro stood against the growth chart, and Guillermo checked his height—and he seriously couldn't believe it.

"6 foot 3," Guillermo gasped. "You're 6 foot 3—Ramiro, you grew 28 inches!"

Ramiro couldn't believe it. "I finally hit puberty!" he whooped.

The entire family cheered, happy for Ramiro, and they all got into a big hug.

"Congratulations, mijo," Señora Reyes smiled.

"This is wonderful, but Milagra's party is tonight," Señor Reyes pointed out. "How can you fit in your costume now?"

Ramiro turned to the Bruno Madrigal costume his mother made. Now that he was over 6 feet tall, there was no way he could fit into it.

"Well, it looks like you'll need a new costume," Guillermo said. "You can always donate this to the clothing drive this Christmas."

"Sound good," Ramiro smiled. "Wait until Milagra hears about this."

Meanwhile, at Milagra's house, Violeta and Rodrigo were excited for tonight's party. The entire house was decorated, and the backyard had tables and chairs set up. There was also a red carpet leading from the back door.

"I can tell this is going to be the best party ever since Milagra's Quinceañera," Rodrigo beamed.

"Sí, and wait until you see her in her Mirabel costume—it looks different than the actual ensemble because the movie teaches us to embrace imperfection," Violeta smiled.

Suddenly, Milagra came downstairs, talking to Ramiro on her phone. "I believe it," she chuckled. "I mean, I can tell your voice changed. That's okay—just do what you need to do. We won't start the party until all the Disney royals are here. Okay, amigo, hasta la noche." Then she hung up. "Buen día."

"Buen día, mi nena," Rodrigo smiled. "Who were you talking to?"

"Ramiro," Milagra replied. "He finally hit puberty. Now his voice is deeper than the ocean, and he grew 28 inches."

"Vamonos recio," Violeta chuckled. "Well, we look forward to seeing him."

"And I look forward to seeing everyone's faces when they see how much he's changed," Milagra smiled.

"Well, we'd better eat breakfast," Rodrigo said. "We've got a big day ahead of us."

"Okay," Milagra smiled.