She wakes to voices and the strange sensation of thinking you're home, but she isn't home.

Mirabel keeps her eyes closed because she doesn't know where she is. Back at Casita, it smells like Isa's roses and her mama's cooking and Tia Pepa's rain.

Then she remembers that Casita is gone, Isabela and Tia Pepa's gifts are gone, and her mama is probably too upset to cook anymore.

because of her

Here, it smells like lemons and vanilla-it's a combination she's never heard of before but instantly loves.

"Mirabel?"

She tentatively opens one eye.

A girl of about seventeen with dark skin and curly hair blinks down at her. "Good afternoon! I'm Daniela, healer-in-training. Drink some water."

"Uh-"

"Drink. The. Water."

Mirabel takes the glass from Daniela and drinks. "Can I... talk now?"

"Yes."

"Where am I?"

"Colombia."

"I know that. What village?"

"The city of Pereira. Isn't it pretty?"

Mirabel looks around. She's on a bed in a tiny room, with yellow walls and herbs hanging from the ceiling. "It's very peaceful."

"Yes. You were very dehydrated when you arrived, so That. Is. Why. You. Need. Water."

"Ooh, yeah. Water sounds great." Mirabel drank the rest of her glass.

"How did you find me?"

"I was taking the wagon out to the next city over for trade, when I saw you passed out in a meadow. How did you get here? It's at least thirty kilometers to the next town."

"I...got lost."

"Hmm. Do you have a house here?"

"No."

"Well, we can set you up. My tio owns an apartment building. Are you skilled at something?"

"I can sew?"

Daniela claps excitedly. "Perfect! There's a seamstress next door who needs help. It's like this town was set up for you!"

Mirabel sighs, banishing all thoughts of her family from her mind. "Yeah, it is."

As the seasons come and go, Mirabel and Daniela become best friends.

Years pass, and Mirabel starts wearing her hair in a braid. 

When she is twenty-five, she starts thinking about her family again.

More so than usual.

Surely they've recovered by now, and are thriving.

She is thriving too. She has her own shop, and sells everything from embroidered shawls to little stuffed toys not unlike the one she made Antonio.

Daniela is married to a man named Carlos, and they have a daughter named Valentina, who is six years old and likes the color red.

She reminds Mirabel so much of Dolores, it's hard not to cry whenever she comes over for dinner.

Mirabel has a daughter, too, and her name is Luciana. She's going to turn five in a week, and Mirabel keeps getting flashbacks to when she was five, realizing she wasn't special like everyone else.

She can't let her Luci feel that pain.

Luciana's father is no help-he left when their daughter was one.

She didn't need him.

But she can't help but think of her family every passing moment-until finally she realizes Luciana needs more family than just her mom.

So she tells Luciana, "We're going to go on an adventure."

The little girl, who is the spitting image of Julieta, gasps. "Really?"

"Yes, mi vida. Remember you were asking me about my mother and father?"

Luciana's ponytail bounces as she nods excitedly. "Yes!"

"We're going to go live with them."

"But what about Valentina and all my other friends?"

"We'll visit, amor. And there will be other children for you to play with."

"Oh. Okay!"

As her daughter scampers off, Mira starts to pack her things.

They take the family wagon (pulled by donkeys) up to Daniela's home, where Mirabel hugs her friend and whispers goodbye.

Luciana is perched in the wagon, and Mirabel sits next to her.

Together, the two begin their journey.