you sit patiently as Miguel told you so. Miguel is your father who adopted you. You almost gag as you smell the strong smell. You wonder what your papa was doing to your hair.

"There we go...just like her."

Miguel whispers. Kissing your cheek. "your hair is so pretty now..." he dyed your hair the exact color of Gabriella's hair. But you don't know that. "what do you think, gabi–...baby?"