A Tale of Three Sisters by Anika Fajardo

Author:Anika Fajardo [Fajardo, Anika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Disney Press
Published: 2021-10-12T00:00:00+00:00

MY AUNT AND UNCLE, my annoying cousins, my perfect sister, and my demanding grandmother hurry downstairs to welcome the Guzmáns. In the silence of the nursery, I slip in the last piece, one that had fallen on the floor. I stare at the puzzle, all the shards of Bruno’s vision fitted together.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I take off my glasses. I rub my eyes. Open them. Blink quickly several times. Put my glasses back on. Maybe I need more light. I go to the window and open the shutters wide. The late afternoon sun beams in, illuminating the vision.

It’s me. Me and Casita. In a jigsaw image of emerald green shards, I can see a girl with wild hair, a big smile, and large glasses. Behind the girl in the image is a house, cracked and broken. This confirms it. I am part of the destruction of not only the house but also the magic. I take off my glasses again. The vision before me blurs.

“Who’s ready for dinner with—?” Papá comes in the nursery and I jump. I try to cover the vision with my hands.

My father looks so worried. My face must be an open book—there’s no way I can lie to him about why I’m upset. “Papá,” I say. “I broke into Bruno’s tower.” My father gasps. I hurry with my story. I talk as quickly as possible. “And I found his last vision. Our family’s in trouble. Luisa’s gift is gone. Oh, Papá, the house will fall.” I close my eyes and see Bruno’s vision as clearly as if it were mine. “And I think it’s all because of me!”

He looks down at the shards. “Mira,” he says. He pulls the pieces apart and shoves them into his coat pocket.

“What are you—”

“We say nothing tonight.” My father pats his pocket where the vision is hidden away like a secret. Another secret.

I love my papá, but I’m not so sure keeping secrets is the way to go here. “But—”

“Abuela wants tonight to be perfect. Your mother wants it to be perfect. So, until the Guzmáns leave, remember this: you did not break into Bruno’s room. The family will not fall.” Papá dusts off his hands and stands up, pulling me by my arms. The shards make a soft clanking noise in his jacket pocket. He grips me by both my shoulders and looks down into my eyes. “Just act normal.”

Act normal? How am I supposed to do that? No one in this family is ever normal. But I suppose he has a point. Keep Abuela—and Isabela—happy. I clean my glasses with the edge of my blouse and put them back on. Now I can see my father clearly. He’s so tall, I have to tilt my head a bit to look at him. He’s in his best suit, the tie a little crooked. His mustache is neatly trimmed and his hair is combed back. His glasses have a smudge on one lens—probably some flour from Mamá.

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