#isabela’s big sister sense is off the charts this morning

[miracles-and-butterflies]

(About four in the morning)

Mirabel, entering: I can’t sleep; PTSD.

Isabela: Well, I was just about to settle in for the night, but come on, *opens her arms* come here, little sis. Hang on a sec… why did you come to me? Not that you can’t but I know I’m not your first choice and especially in hayfever season, can you even breathe in this room?

Mirabel: I didn’t want Luisa to worry.

Isabela: And you think I wouldn’t!?

Mirabel: I don’t know, I’m very sleep-deprived and my body is panicking and near collapse, so my critical thinking isn’t working properly. But you’re right. I’ll go to someone else. *leaves*

Isabela: HEY! MIRABEL TERESA SALOMÉ ROJAS MADRIGAL, YOU GET YOUR TINY, SMARTASS SELF OUT OF CAMILO’S ROOM AND COME BACK HERE! DON’T MAKE ME GET OUR PARENTS!

Luisa: *kicks the door open wider, cradling Mirabel in one arm*

Luisa: So… I found this little one wandering over to our cousins’ rooms? And I have decided that, as punishment, we are going to shower her with love and affection and reassurance. We’ll hug the truth out of her.

Isabela: …Were you up drinking coffee again? You were having bad dreams too, weren’t you?

Luisa: Damn it! How did you know!?

Isabela: You’re still holding the fucking cup.

Luisa:

Luisa, lying: Nah, that’s just my pillow that’s shaped like a coffee cup and it’s full of piss—