Mi Pequeña Mariposa Encantadora
Fifty years ago, in our darkest hour, a single flicker of a small flame gave birth to a larger fire that would never go out. My Abuela Alma, as a young woman, lost many things. Her husband, Abuelo Pedro, her home, and the love she so cherished. But with a miracle given to her through our candle, she was granted a second chance, a brighter future for her triplet children. She was granted a miracle. Our house. Our Casita. And when we all came of age, we were granted our own gifts that were hidden behind a single door in our home.
However, Mi Papa, his gift was not seen as the greatest. Everyone disliked him, and my gift is just as disliked.
I am part of the Madrigal family. And this is the story of our Encanto.
