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It had taken some time from the attacks but Miguel was slowly coming back to the happy go lucky kid he was when he first arrived. That had to do with his personality and the musical project he had thought about with Curnen. However, that wasn't what was occupying his mind today. That was the date. It was getting close to both his birthday (13 years old!) and Dia De Los Muertos. The festival was actually more important to him than his milestone birthday. With the departures from the inn and people that had lost family and friends in their 'real' lives it would help. Miguel firmly believed that the dead would visit wherever there was an ofrenda with their picture on it so he wanted to do that here. It would also help in his connection to his family knowing that they would be doing the same thing in their village.

Which was why he was sitting in the lobby with a couple of pieces of paper scattered on the small table in front of him that had doodles of an ofrenda like home and list of what he wanted to have in the advertisement. But, what he was currently working on was a mess in front of him. He'd been able to borrow some sugar and egg whites since there wasn't meringue powder at the inn to make a sugar skull. He was currently mixing a little bit of water at a time into the mixture to get the right feel. This was the very first time that he'd made them on his own without his abuelita's help.

He also didn't have a mold, so the skull probably wouldn't look too skull like, but he was trying!

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"That's nice you have the history to remember them, though... I think sometimes we let things like that slip through the cracks and then we forget, you know?"

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"Si." MIguel agreed with a nod. "It's very important that stories and people get talked about." He paused and then said, "In the Land of the Dead if no one living remembers you, you have a final death." Miguel shuddered a little remembering the one he saw.

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Her brow furrowed a little. "Do you mean like.. if people stop thinking about someone, they disappear disappear?" Liz wasn't exactly sure how she felt about that - she went to church sometimes back home and believed in Heaven, but that people would cease to exist in the afterlife? Still, she knew what Miguel was saying was real to him - he had been, in his world, to the Land of the Dead. "That's really... sad." She frowned and looked at the picture of Alex.

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"Not just thinking about them, but also talking about them. It's really important." Miguel nodded. "They called it the final death. But, as long as someone remembers them, they'll be okay."

It didn't have to be personally knowing them, like his Papa Hector, he knew the story but he'd been dead when his great grandmother was a little girl.