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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 3 months

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To say that being a single mother of triplets was tough would be an understatement, especially for Alma Madrigal. Not only that her children would run circles around her whenever they could, but their development was visibly different, despite being the same age. It has become more apparent now that the triplets have recently turned three years old. Julieta and Pepa were saying so many words and even Pepa started reading the signs they saw on their walks in the village. Bruno, on the other hand, was not saying anything. Every time sound came out of his mouth, it was still completely incomprehensible.

While Julieta and Pepa both understand what Bruno was trying to communicate, mainly because he smiles or nods most of the time they are together, Alma still thought about what would happen when they started school the coming fall. She did not want to hold Bruno back, she wanted him to go to school with his sisters. At the same time, she was concerned about the fact that none of the preschools in the Encanto was going to enroll him unless his language improved.

It was not until one day when Alma’s fears would begin to shrink. She picked the triplets up from daycare one Friday afternoon and the mother and children walked through the village together. One of her friends, Rosa, saw her and she stopped to talk to her.

“Hola, Alma! I know you told me about how concerned you were about Bruno’s language, but I found someone that I think would help!” Rosa said.

“You did?” Alma responded.

“Si; there’s a speech and occupational therapist that just transferred to the Encanto, Dr. Valeria Martinez.”

Rosa then handed Alma a small business card with Dr. Martinez’s name and address handwritten on it. She looked at the business card and smiled before putting it in her dress pocket.

“Gracias, Rosa! I hope to get to see her on Monday with Bruno and talk to her about what’s been going on.”

“De nada, Alma; and good luck!”

Alma hugged her friend with a smile and continued walking with the triplets. They continued walking in the village square until they got back to Casita and the triplets dropped their backpacks on the couch. The three went into the living room to play with their toys and Alma sat on the couch in the courtyard and took Dr. Martinez’s business card out of her dress pocket. She stared at the card and smiled.

“I hope my prayers will be answered with you.”

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Once Monday rolled around, Alma took the triplets to Dr. Martinez’s office after picking them up from daycare. They walked into the office to see Dr. Martinez sitting at her desk and sat in front of her.

“Hola! You’re here for a consultation?” Dr. Martinez asked.

“Si; my friend gave me your business card and I wanted to talk to you about doing a session with my son, Bruno. I have triplets and I’ve been noticing he’s not meeting the same language milestones as his sisters and now that they all turned three, it’s beginning to concern me. I don’t want to hold him back when they start preschool next year, but I know none of the preschools in the Encanto are going to enroll him unless he can at least acquire some language skills,” Alma explained to the therapist.

Dr. Martinez took the notes in her pad. “How long has this been going on?”

“Since Julieta started talking. Pepa started talking super early and even started saying three and four-syllable words before their second birthday. I originally figured Bruno was just going to be a little bit delayed since Pepa and Julieta started talking at different times. But now that they’re three and he’s still not talking, it’s worrying me.”

Dr. Martinez continued writing what Alma was saying in her notes. “Would it be okay if I took Bruno into my office so I can get to know him a little bit more?”

Alma nodded and Dr. Martinez and Bruno made their way to her office as Alma waited in the front with Julieta and Pepa. They sat at a little table together and faced each other. Bruno looked at Dr. Martinez and studied her as she smiled at him.

“Hi, Bruno! I’m Dr. Martinez. Would you like a toy?”

Bruno stared at Dr. Martinez and reached out for her arm. He squealed in excitement and began feeling her arm until he started to hold her hands. He smiled and Dr. Martinez gently removed his hands and got up from the table. She came back with a shape sorting cube and gave it to Bruno. She took out the star toy and showed it to him.

“Star,” Dr. Martinez said as she showed the toy to him.

She then put the star inside the star hole. Bruno smiled and tried to repeat her, and sound was coming out, but he could not get the syllables. Instead, he grabbed the circle toy and put it in the circle hole.

“Circle,” Dr. Martinez emphasized.

Bruno made another noise that was incomprehensible. He tried as hard as he could to say “circle”, but all he could do was make the same incomprehensible noises he’s been making this entire time. Dr. Martinez continued writing notes in her pad as Bruno continued playing with the shape sorter and making noises.

For the rest of the session, Dr. Martinez brought out more toys and said more words associated with the toys as Bruno attempted to say them. He continued playing with the toys until the hour they had together was finished.

Bruno and Dr. Martinez came back to the front after their session to see Alma, Julieta, and Pepa waiting for them. Bruno ran to Julieta and Pepa and they hugged him as tightly as they could. Dr. Martinez took out her notes to review the session to Alma.

“During our session, it seems to be clear that he’s trying his hardest to repeat what is being said to him. The sound is coming out, but he’s having trouble with the syllables. My best suggestion would be to focus on very specific syllables before having him speak full words. I have a couple of exercises that could help him in this folder,” Dr. Martinez explained as she gave Alma the folder she mentioned.

Alma went through the folder and found several sheets with specific syllables for Bruno to work on at home. “Gracias, Dr. Martinez; this should help Bruno with the first step in speaking.”

Dr. Martinez smiled and shook Alma’s hand. “I hope this will help him. I’ll see you next week.”

Alma and the triplets left the office and walked back to Casita. Julieta and Pepa asked Bruno lots of questions about Dr. Martinez and if she was nice. While Bruno could not answer with words, the girl still knew that he liked her.

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Several weeks have passed, and Bruno has made progress with pronouncing one syllable at a time. While he has not said a word just yet, Alma was feeling optimistic about his speech because of the progress he was making. It was not until one early spring day when the triplets were drawing together in Casita’s courtyard when Alma’s prayers would be answered.

“Look what I drew!” Pepa exclaimed as she held up her drawing of herself, Julieta, and Bruno together outside on a sunny day under a rainbow.

“I love that picture!” Julieta replied.

The girls expected Bruno to make another noise to show how much he liked the picture, but instead, he pointed to where Pepa drew herself. He did not remove his finger from the paper and opened his mouth to try and say what he wanted to say.

“Pepa!” Bruno said in a way that was still a little bit slurred, but still pretty easy to understand.

Julieta and Pepa looked at Bruno simultaneously in shock as their mouths dropped open. Before they could run to their mother, Bruno pointed at the picture again, but this time, to where Pepa drew Julieta.

“Juli!” Bruno said as he smiled.

Julieta’s and Pepa’s smiles grew wider as they screamed in excitement. Alma overheard her daughters’ screaming and ran into the courtyard from the kitchen, originally assuming somebody got hurt.

“¿Qué está sucediendo? Is everyone alright?” Alma asked as she saw her triplets still on the floor together.

“Did you hear Bruno?” Pepa asked, still smiling.

“He said our names!” Julieta added.

“I… I showed him my drawing and he pointed to me in the drawing and said my name! Then he pointed to Julieta and said her name!”

Alma looked at Bruno and he pointed at Pepa’s drawing of herself again! “Pepa!” he said again and smiled. Alma put her hand on her mouth and cried tears of joy. Bruno pointed at Julieta on Pepa’s drawing and said “Julieta!”

Alma continued crying and picked Bruno up and hugged him. She cried more in his ruana and Bruno hugged her back. Julieta and Pepa ran up to Alma and hugged her and reached for Bruno to give him a hug.

“Mama!” Bruno said as he went back to hug his mother.

Alma’s eyes widened and she looked at Bruno when she heard him say “mama.” She held him closer and tighter as she cried more. “Asi es! Mama! I’m Mama, Brunito! Mama!”

Alma put Bruno down and Julieta and Pepa gave him the tightest hug they possibly could. Bruno hugged his sisters back and they sat back on Casita’s couch together. Alma went back into the kitchen, still crying tears of joy, as the triplets continued drawing their pictures together while waiting for dinner to be ready.

“Bruno talks!” Pepa pointed out as she and Julieta hugged again.

“Bruno talks!” Julieta repeated.

“Bruno!” Bruno repeated when he heard his sisters say his name.

Julieta and Pepa looked at each other, and then at Bruno. They screamed again and looked at Bruno in excitement and hugged him once more. “You’re saying more words, Bruno!” Pepa yelled.

Bruno smiled and hugged his sisters back until Alma came back to the courtyard from the kitchen. She saw her triplets still celebrating Bruno’s milestone and sat on the couch until her children were finished screaming.

“Dinner’s ready, mijos.”

The triplets ran into the kitchen for dinner and to tell Alma about how Bruno just said his own name.

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The months following the triplets’ first official day of preschool saw much more progress in Bruno’s language. Ever since he said his sisters’ names for the first time, he was pointing to more objects and saying more words. Dr. Martinez has noticed this progress during every one of Bruno’s speech sessions since. At his first session after the triplets’ fourth birthday, Dr. Martinez noticed he was much closer to being on par with the rest of his peers in his language development.

Bruno was talking more to his classmates and Julieta and Pepa could even have more conversations with him. This also helped Bruno build his confidence over time. In their toddler class, his teachers did not think he was going to meet the same milestones as his sisters because of his language delay and he was not verbally telling his teachers anything. Now that he is speaking more, his teachers have noticed he understood what they were saying the entire time, he was just having trouble verbally expressing himself.

Bruno left his session with Dr. Martinez, feeling more confident than he ever was before. He not only was saying more words, but was also saying short phrases.

“How was your session?” Alma asked as she and the triplets started walking into the village and back to Casita.

“I liked it!” Bruno responded with a smile.

“Was it fun?” Julieta asked.

“It was!”

The Madrigals continued walking and talking about Bruno’s session. The fact that Alma could have a conversation with Bruno now made all of her fears disappear. She could finally understand him and she felt like she could have a stronger relationship with him; and Bruno loved having a better relationship with his mother and sisters.

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glitternightingale · 2 years

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Young Bruno, ig!

I tried a totally different technique this time. I normally go in with a sketch layer first but this time I tried tackling my biggest fears at once: coloring and painting.

I also used brushes I've never worked with before so, uhm... not sure if I'm feeling this one. 😅

#my encanto art #art has to be posted!#(but don't roast me pls)#bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #madrigal family #encanto #encanto fanart #young bruno madrigal #(the collection is growing)#sketch #my art #la familia madrigal

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usedtobeguest123 · 1 year

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The sea was wet as wet could be, the sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud because no cloud was in the sky.

The Walrus and the Carpenter were walking close at hand; they wept like anything to see such quantities of sand: 'If this were only cleared away,' they said, 'it would be grand!'

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You guys, I'm really proud of this one. I worked real hard on the shadows 💚 I learned so much.

Excerpt is from The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll. I like to think that kid Pepa would like the part about the clouds, and kid Bruno would like the part about the sand. Pepa does NOT like the part about the oysters. Julieta is overworked and indifferent.

#encanto #encanto fanart #young bruno madrigal #young pepa madrigal #young julieta madrigal #young madrigal triplets #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #madrigal triplets #pb&j triplets #my art

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achitka · 7 months

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Day 11: Liminal

Seriously had to look this up...not a word I am familiar with - so off we go with hopefully a relevant post. Why did Bruno stay for as long as he did?

Day Eleven: Liminal

It was a beautiful summers' day, and the triplets were resting on a hill near town. They were lying on the ground with their heads touching, discussing their Gifts and things they’d noticed happening to them when they used them. Yesterday was Pepa’s turn to talk about hers. She told them how the rain wasn’t always because she was sad. Sometimes it was because she was just so happy, she wanted to cry. How lightening made her palms and the soles of her feet itch. The day before was Julieta’s. Healing people was gratifying, and it made her happy to help the people around her, but she could feel the bits of herself that she was giving away. She likened it to dying by a thousand pin pricks. Today was Bruno’s day, and he knew it that what he was saying wasn’t making a whole lot of sense because even he was unsure as to what he was thinking.

“So, spill it, hermanito. We have to get back to town soon,” Pepa said, as a cloud formed over their heads.

“Pepi, honestly, since when are you in a hurry to get back to town?” Julieta asked.

There was a short roll of thunder, but the cloud dissipated. Bruno held his hands up and this blocked some of the sunlight that was shining on them and an answer came to him, and he said, “When I’m using my Gift, it’s like I’m looking through gaps in a wall... and the sand... it’s pushing through an almost infinitesimally tiny space between reality and the netherworld, showing me pieces of itself. There’s always that anticipation I feel, like when you're reading a good book for the first time. It pulls me in, wanting me to...”

“To what, Bruno?”

“Stay... sometimes that feeling is so, strong that I get lost looking for the light to show me the way back.”

Julieta and Pepa both raised their hands, and the sisters each took one of Bruno’s hands in theirs. “We’ll always help you find your way back, Bruno,” Julieta said, giving his hand a squeeze. Pepa’s cloud reformed, and she waved it away with her free hand. Bruno smiled. If he can just hold on to this moment, he thought, he'd be able to bear everything he knew was coming.

#encanto #young pepa madrigal #young julieta madrigal #young bruno madrigal #encantober #liminal #Gifts

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orchidlatteart · 11 months

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Rainy days

In one piece of Bruno’s early concept art, back when he was gonna be Mirabel's cousin instead of her tio, he wore a brown jacket. That's why I draw him as a teenager with a brown jacket.

I think teenage Bruno would’ve lent his jacket to Pepa on occasion to keep her dry during her rainstorms.

#encanto #encanto fanart #bruno magridal #pepa madrigal #madrigal triplets #young madrigal triplets #young pepa madrigal #young bruno madrigal #orchidlatte's art

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acewithapaintbrush · 1 year

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Surprise Fanart time!!

For your encanto fanfiction „Lay your cards on the table (I can take them all)“ I really enjoyed this short fic about my favourite madrigal! QwQ

AAAAAAH EVERYONE EVERYONE COME LOOK WHAT MY DEAR AND LOVELY FRIEND DID! I love this so much, thank youuuuuuu😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

#encanto #encanto fanart #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #young bruno madrigal #Fanart for my fanfic #I love this so much #I always get so emotional when someone draws fanart for me😭😭😭#The best feeling in the world

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prophetic-hijinks · 2 years

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I passed 300 followers a few days ago. Thank you so much for following Prophetic Hijinks. Since a fair amount of them were from Elena with the wet shirt treatment, seemed fair to offer up some masculine appreciation too.

I figured this is the best gift I could give. Regency AU Bruno young, hot and brooding ala Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. Now only Colin Firth went for the swim and not the character in the book, but who’s complaining.

#encanto #young Bruno madrigal #fanart #bruno magridal #prophetic hijinks art #prophetic hijinks fanart #Regency AU

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junosaccount · 2 years

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for Encanto Sushi Day 🍣

#encanto sushi day #young bruno madrigal #senora pezmuertos goldfish #he is so dead #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto fanart #bruno fanart #bruno madrigal fanart

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jellybe-gets-creative · 1 year

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It’s a while since I draw the madrigal triplets. It was fun like always to draw them so here have my traditional version and my Lineart version. I will color this piece probably. 👍

#jellybegetscreative #encanto #encanto fanart #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #Madrigal triplets #young madrigal triplets #young bruno madrigal #young julieta madrigal #young pepa madrigal #miracles #fanart

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magicalmadrigals · 1 year

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Searching in the Shadows - Ch.1

Synopsis: Torn from one world and thrust into another in the space of one night, left to care for her three babies all on her own, Alma Madrigal truly has the weight of the world on her shoulders. Forced to push her grief aside and throw herself into caring for a displaced community along with her children, it only becomes more of a struggle for her to care for her own needs with every day that passes. Will she ever find a way to balance all she has to? Well, with the help of one man, she slowly comes to realize anything is possible in Encanto...

Her babies were sleeping soundly in her arms by the time she made it ‘home’ after checking in on all those in the group, both young and old, and making sure they were comfortable and had all they required to get them through the night. It honestly wouldn’t have been enough for her to say she was tired – she was sure she had never felt this run down and weary before – but she was far too smart a woman to so much as allow herself to entertain the idea she might be able to get some sleep this night. It just wasn’t going to happen, she could tell.

Making her way inside the silent house when it opened the door for her on approach, she cradled her children closer before her breath hitched and she span in place when the door closed and she heard the snick of a lock.

Ay, this was certainly going to take a bit of getting used to.

It was the sound of one of the babies whimpering in their sleep that caused her to turn her attention back to them and she hushed Bruno gently, brushing her lips against his forehead before he burrowed further into her chest and took her cloak in his tiny hand. Once she was sure he was comfortable and well on his way back to sleep, she walked further into the house and the candle in her hand illuminated the way to the staircase which she walked up before her brows knitted together at seeing there was nothing up there aside from one bedroom.

One bedroom in a house this size?

Really?

It was strange, of course, but she gave it little thought as she wandered down the hall to the door and reached for the doorknob. Her hand barely brushed it before immense power surged through it and it began to glow, prompting her to snatch her hand back and create a little space between herself and the door. She watched in disbelief as an image started revealing itself to her and she gasped when she realized it was herself. Her name was engraved above her head once the image was in place and all she could do was stand there in sheer shock.

She had to be dreaming.

Houses weren’t like this! Houses didn’t do any of these things!

It took her a minute to muster up the courage to reach for the doorknob once again, but she did and gave it a slow turn before pushing the door open and peering into the room. It was then that tears brimmed in her eyes and it took every ounce of strength she possessed to remain standing. It was her bedroom. Or at least an exact replica. Everything was just as she and Pedro left it before abandoning their home and meeting with the group, the bed immaculately made and the curtains tied back, and she had no idea how to feel about it in all honesty.

In a way, she guessed, it was comforting because it was the last place she and her esposo were at peace.

At the same time though, it was so painful because it already seemed so much larger without him being there.

How was it that it was mere hours ago they were sitting together, happier than they had ever been?

It felt as though an entire lifetime had gone by since then.

Once she had stood there for a while, she closed the door with her foot and cautiously made her way over to the bed. She stared at it for a time, still blinking back the tears in her eyes, before letting out a nervous breath and turning around to sit down. No sooner had she done so did her stomach churn and bile rise in her throat.

No.

It was too soon, she just couldn’t do it.

Moving onto the floor, mindful not to jostle her babies too much for fear of waking them, she found a bit of a comfortable position in which to sit and that was when the tears came. For hours, since the candle at her side miraculously saved her and the others in the group, she had been made to ignore her grief and put on a brave face. She made scared, wailing children smile with little fables and jokes and taken the time to sit and hold the hands of ones who’d come alone, telling them they were a familia now and would make it through together. It helped lift her spirits for a time, bringing comfort to ones in need, but now there was nobody to do so for her.

Nobody was sitting with her with an arm around her, promising her that things were going to start looking up and she would work out a way to deal with all she had to deal with in time. How in the world was she meant to care for three babies, giving them all they required to grow and thrive, while looking out for a whole town? A town full of displaced, devastated, broken people at that? It was never something she imagined having to do.

Her life, as far as she was concerned, was all planned out.

She and Pedro were going to bring their children up together, the way it was meant to be, raising the three of them to be both considerada and upstanding members of the communidad. Whether they would have had any more children as time went on, she had no idea, but she also would have been contenta for them to remain a family of cinco. For them to just make the most of the precious time they had with their babies before they got older and had their own families. They were meant to grow old together, she was meant to tease him when he started turning grey and have him tell her she was beautiful and hadn’t aged a day, but she wouldn’t have that.

She was never going to see or hold or kiss her husband again.

Her babies were going to go through life having never known their papí.

For the rest of time, they would be a broken family and knowing his death was needless only made it worse.

Her thoughts were momentarily interrupted when Pepa grizzled in her arms and she lowered her gaze to her, letting her thumb dance over her downy red hair as a silent promise that she was near and there was nothing for her to fear. Her touch soothed her little girl enough to settle her again and she sighed with relief. If there was one thing she wanted to avoid tonight then it was one of them screaming and waking the other two. She was in too fragile a state to deal with something like that, especially on such little sleep, and it would devastate her even more if she snapped at one of them. “Duerman, mis bebés,” She whispered quietly. “All will be well.”

Whether she said that last part as an assurance for them or herself, she truly had no idea.

She thought they could all do with a bit of hope and faith at a time like this though, herself included.

It was going to be those two things that got her through the coming weeks.

The coming months.

The coming years.

In all truthfulness, she honestly had no idea how long it would take her to recover from all she had witnessed this night. It would be engraved into her memory for the rest of her life, she knew that much, but she prayed it became easier for her to deal with in time and the breath stopped being knocked from her lungs each time she thought about it.

She would never go back to being the woman she was before all this happened.

She lived in a different time and a different place, one she would never be able to return to.

No, she had to accept the fact that she’d been living a dream and it was time to wake up and face the world.

It was cruel and unfeeling, not caring in the slightest who it hurt or what families it tore apart.

She was more than a match for it though, or that was what she wanted to believe, and she’d get through this.

One way or another…

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