Mirabel has had enough. She's done more then enough to satisfy her family and yet she still wasn't good enough. She was never good enough. **The death of a Madrigal** I DO NOT OWN ENCANTO (obviously)
'Oh, yes mamá?' she replied her eyes shooting up to look into hers, 'You doing okay mi Vida?' 'of course, Mami, I'm fine' she gave a soft smile, setting the dishes down. 'I just- don't want you to overwork yourself, amor,' she said brushing Mirabel's curls out of her face. 'And you seem distant lately,' 'I'm just tire...