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Hair and brain
Coily hair took a lot of effort to bruch And siblings are siblings notherless
Cracked au
"Oh, mama! Did you know that Tío Abuelo once burned down the kitchen to make Tía a wedding cake?" Beatriz babled happily, dangling her legs as Dolores kept combing her dark coily hair.
She had to admit that her youngest was always pretty fond of history. Either from listening to her older siblings or cousins of varying degrees of kinship doing their homework or just asking for some stories from her mother's past, Time traveling was probably a pretty fit gift for her. At least now, Beatriz won't ask for twenty stories per day.
Braiding curly hair is such a terrible thing to do. Dolores can only hope that both of her daughters will soon be old enough to do it themselves. Dolores had enough troubles with doing her pineapple already. Well, at least Gael was old enough not to need any assistance in this matter.
"He set his own sleeve on fire!" The young girl announced it with all her excitement, and Dolore winced from screaming. "Sorry, mami," Beatriz mumbled quickly, realizing that she said it too loudly.
The woman sighed, patting her daughter's head. "Don't worry, mija, it's okay." She whispered, separating Beatriz's thick hair into wisps. Well, Dolores couldn't say she didn't expect this from her Tío Agústin. It would actually be way more surprising if he didn't end up hurting himself that day. Or any other.
Beatriz continued to tell what was going on. "I tried to call Bisabuela, but because they couldn't see me, it turned into a blaze." The woman had to admit that it was great information. Everyone knew that her mama caused a hurricane on her wedding day. It's good to know that Tía also had something messy that many years ago. "And Abuelo... —Ouch!" The girl let out a short cry as the comb clambed up onto the knot in her hair.
"Lo siento, are you okay?" Dolores muttered worriedly, throwing a quick look at the clock on the wall. Oh, well, it's usually the time when Gabriela wakes up...
She closed her eyes, focusing on footsteps that were getting closer at a trotting pace.. Well... Three... two... one...
"Mama, it's my turn!" Her middle child demanded, breaking through the door, making Casita click it dalles resentfully.
Beatriz almost jumped off the chair. "No, mama is combing my hair now!" She exclaimed, crossing her arms confidently as her hermana ran down the stairs to get closer to them.
Gabriela threw her hair into the air. "No, you've promised to start doing my hair firstly today!"
Dolores sighed. "Gabi, you have to wake up earlier for that," Beatriz giggled, showing her tongue. "Bea, no," Dolores demanded, making both of her daughters go quiet. Gabi was a big sleeper, barely managing to wake up by school time most of the days. Not like Dolores could actually blame her, being an early bird was inherited from Tía Julieta's side of the family, not theirs.
A moment later, Gabriela stared at her mother, green eyes sparkling with pleading. "Mami, please!" A moment later, she added. "I'm the best student in my class!" Honestly, she was probably the best in the whole school.
Beatriz scoffed. "You're just good at remembering." Dolores couldn't say it wasn't true; Gabri's gift has definitely helped her in educational order. But that's just how their lives were. No one could blame Gabriela for her ability to memorize everything she once heard.
Dolores sighed and stared at both of them strictly. "Girls, if you won't close your mouths, I won't bable either of you. You'd just have to stay disheveled." This threat was enough for them both to stop, now turning their attention to her.
Gabriela crossed her arms, looking like she was a teacher getting ready to scold her student. "No, mama, how many times did you say that if I don't do this, then my hair will have a lot of knots?" She looked down, counting on her fingers. "More than forty-nine in the last two months!"
Oh, yes, having a child who can remember every word you'd ever said to the smallest detail feels so bizarre. Especially when this child had such a fair conceit of herself even before getting her gift. Dolores chuckled, patting Gabriela's shoulder. "Ah, sí. You're such a clever little girl."
Gabi nodded confidently. "Of course I am!" Her face brightened with a huge smile.
"But I'm still smarter!" Beatriz interrupted her, displeased with losing her fair share of attention.
"You're not!"
The younger girl scoffed, shrugging a little. "You can remember only what you've heard! I can know anything that ever happened!" Dolores tried to pit her palm forward, hoping that this would stop both girls, but they ignored her, keeping up with their usual argument.
Gabriela rolled her eyes, chuckling a little. "But it takes too much time." Their mom couldn't help but think about the times when she and Camilo argued about which gift would make it easier to cheat on exams. Okay... arguing about who's actually smarter was probably way better than bragging that you could break the rules. Oh, what a good time it was, back when things were so easy.
Dolores sighed, shaking her head with a slight snigger. Yes, those two are definitely siblings.