Lin's POV

@Lin_Manuel - My daughter forgot we had ICloud photo sharing...

@Lin_Manuel - I'm taking advantage of her Twitter free couple of weeks in a big big way.

@Lin_Manuel - (She makes this face a lot whilst watching Chuggington)

@Lin_Manuel - She gets the cuteness from @VAMNit, and the musical obsession from me

@Lin_Manuel - this has been 'a day in the life of Abi Miranda' hope you enjoyed. Sorry A... Peace out

I mean it was true. This morning I was scrolling through my camera roll to find out that Abi did in fact forget about ICloud, and all the photos we take are backed up on all three of our phones. I went into my notifications tentatively, there were way too many of them.

@mdotreynolds - @Lin_Manuel @VAMNit ... Uh.... Abi's??? Adopted???? So??? She has neither??? Of your??? Genes??????

@Lin_Manuel - @mdotreynolds @Lin_Manuel @VAMNit, clearly you don't understand genetics

@VAMNit - @mdotreynolds @Lin_Manuel @VAMNit, actually I'm a scientist and genetics do NOT work this way obviously A got the cuteness genes from Lin not me.

Oh holy gosh pellets. I love my wife.

@Lin_Manuel - @VAMNit SCIENCIFICATED! *fist bump*

"Morning Dad." I heard Abi yawn, walking into the kitchen in her pajamas.

"Mija." I started, "it's Thursday, don't you have school in like, a half hour?"

"Yep." She shouted back.

"And you are planning on going to that, aren't you Mija?" I asked, kind of concerned.

"Oh of course." I heard her say, dragging herself back through the living room and into the hall carrying a full pot of coffee.

"Okay." I was confused, "we leave in fifteen."

"Fantastic Dad." She shouted.

I sat back down on the couch, reading through the replies on Abi's pictures when in about five minutes she reappeared, dressed neatly, hair and makeup done, backpack on and completely awake.

"I'm good to go." She smiled.

"How do you do that?" I asked, confused, until she handed me the empty coffee pot. "This cannot be healthy peanut." I said, looking at it.

"Nothing about the American school system is healthy." She pointed out.

"Good point Mija, let's go." I said, checking my pockets to make sure I had my wallet and keys, then taking Abi's hand and pulling her out of the apartment with me. We walked out to the car, and I got in the drivers seat, and Abi got in the passengers seat.

I pulled out of the building and carefully took a right onto 12th street.

"Oh gosh I need a full time driver." I jokingly said, "I'm an awful driver, and I hate taxis and little miss Oregon suburb hates the subway."

"Are you saying you don't dislike the subway?" She asked, laughing.

"Well, it's been stressful for the past couple of months." I admitted. "Because there are all the, people like, they know who I am now."

"Do you mean you're famous?" She asked giggling.

"Ah yes. I think that's the word." I laughed as well. Then I heard her stomach, like, growl. "Honey you okay?" I asked, slightly concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine." She said, pulling her backpack onto her lap and hugging it.

"You've been eating, right?" I asked.

"Yeah." She said.

"Okay, well, make sure you eat lunch today." I instructed pulling into the schools drop off zone. I leaned over to her and kissed the top of her hair. "Have a good day Mija."

"Okay!" She smiled and hopped out of the car. "I love you Dad." She said, getting out of the car. My heart swelled a little every time she said dad. It made me so happy.

"I love you too Peanut." I smiled at her, as she climbed out of the car, she was wearing leggings and a long sweater with a scarf. She smiled and waved, then I started to drive back to the apartment. Abi was eating. I know she was eating. She ate dinner last night, I'm positive, we ate together at the theater, she's probably just hungry.

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Abi's POV

I was sitting outside the theater before the show Thursday. It was just stuffy and stressful at times. I was sitting on the curb when someone started talking to me.

"You're Lin-Manuel Miranda's daughter right?" I looked up to see a male reporter.

"Yes." I said quietly.

"Do you mind answering a few questions for me?" He asked.

"No not at all, shoot." My replies were still quiet.

"Thanks." He said, and sat next to me on the curb. "Okay, this won't take long." He started, "so, um, rumor has it you're in therapy."

"Oh um..." I started but he cut me off.

"I assume that part of it is depression, you know because of the suicide."

"Actually um, I, I don't really..." He cut me off a second time.

"I was just wondering, is there anything else? I mean because of the abuse."

"Please, um, it's kind of a..." 

"So is it just the depression, or is there something else?" He finally finished his question.

"I'm not really comfortable saying." I whispered.

"It's not a big deal, a lot of people go through this."

"Um, I know people, people um go, go through this." I started.

"Yeah, nothing to be ashamed of sweetheart." He put his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm just, I'm a little, I'm just coming to terms with it." I admitted.

"So you're saying there is more to it than depression?"

"Oh. I don't, I probably..." I trailed off.

"Sweetheart, let's change the subject, the other day you were, a fan said you had a panic attack in the car, do you know what spurned that?" He asked. I fell silent. "Your dad seemed pretty concerned, so we can only assume that it was serious." I refused to speak again, "did you know that he yelled at another fan when that was happening." Oddly enough, I didn't know that, he was always really good with fans. I know. I used to be one and he had been great with me. "So, he obviously cares about you, although, I mean, I did hear some, uh, rumors, never mind."

"Rumors?" I asked, what did Lin say? Did he, does he not uh, no. He cares about me.

"Yeah, it's nothing, can we circle back to your therapy?" He asked, and I fell silent again. "I just want to know, to clarify you have depression." He asked, and I refused to respond, "okay, well, forgive me for, sort of imposing, I was thinking because of the panic attack, and the history of abuse, um, maybe post traumatic stress?" My heart splashed into my stomach, "just a yes or no sweetie, then I'll leave you alone." I didn't want to, that was private, and I didn't want to admit it. "Please, are you depressed and do you have PTSD?" He put his hand on my knee, "honestly, it's not a big deal. Miss Miranda," he started "I really need a response."

"No comment." I whispered.

"Come on, 1 word, yes or no?" He prompted, "is that to hard to understand? Am I talking to fast for you?" His voice was now just, condescending, "Yes. Or. No?"

"Shut up I'm not five." I shouted, "please. I... I'm not comfortable with this I'm sorry." I whispered the end part and stood up to go inside.

"Wait!" I felt him grasp my wrist and stand up. "I'm not leaving until I get a response missy."

"Let go." I said, wrenching my arm away, "leave! Go away!" I yelled, and then I felt a stinging pain on my cheek.

"Did you hit her?!" I heard my dads voice from behind me, and felt him wrap his arms around me from behind, so the back of my head was on his chest. "You hit her." He accused.

"She wouldn't respond to me!" The reporter replied.

"That's irrelevant. She doesn't have to talk to you, and even if she did, you hit a 15 year old girl. Leave, I'm serious, go away, don't talk to her."

"I just, I had a question, maybe you could answer it." He said.

"Abigail?" Lin whispered in my ear, "get behind me." He moved me from standing in front of him to standing right behind him.

"Why is she in therapy?"

"That's what you were pestering my daughter about? That's private. I need you to leave. I really do."

"I'm not trespassing." He pointed out.

"Okay, then we'll leave." He said, turning around and putting his hands on my shoulders, shuffling me inside the stage door. "Abi," he started.

"I know I know, I wasn't supposed to leave the theater without you." I hung my head a little.

"No, that's true, but, not what I was going to say, I was just going to say, I'm sorry." He said, and hugged me.

Lins POV

"I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!" I yelled, finishing Non-Stop, the curtain closed for intermission, and I walked offstage happily, whispering with Pippa about Anthony and Jasmine in Helpless.

"Lin!" I heard Voltaire yell.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking around to see him holding Abi in his arms, she was passed out. "What... What happened?" I asked, running over to them, and jabbing my fingers onto Abi's throat finding her pulse, which was steady.

"I don't know, I swear I didn't do anything, it's, we were talking and, um, she just, she started to go kind of weak, and then, then she just fell, and she's unconscious, and..." He trailed off.

"Give her here." I said, taking her limp body from him. I ran her up to my dressing room, laying her on the bed.

"Prop up her feet." Renée instructed from behind me, I quickly grabbed the two pillows that were on the bed and put them under her feet. She was wearing pink fuzzy socks, oh gosh she looked so sick.

"Has she been eating?" Rory asked.

"Yes! I mean, she always eats her lunch at school, usually skips breakfast just because it's breakfast and she doesn't have time, but, she clears her plate at dinner."

"She should come to in a second." Pippa said, putting her hand on my shoulder. Sure enough after about 3 minutes, I saw her eyes flutter and open.

"Peanut, peanut, you alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, uh, did I pass out?" She asked, and started to push herself up in bed.

"No no no cutie," I pushed her back onto the bed, "you stay right there, and yes, you did pass out. So, I have a sort of serious question for you." I said, sitting down in my chair, "have you been eating?" I asked.

"Oh. Um, actually, no." She whispered the last word.

"Peanut, I, we eat together, how have you been? How?" I was confused.

"Tobillo." She whispered, "I've been giving Tobi all my food."

"I knew that dog was getting fat!" I shouted, "okay, um, sweetie, I can't talk about this right now, I have to be on in like five minutes, so, what I'm going to do, is you're going to stay here, and I'm going to have Voltaire come and stay with you, also, I'm sorry, but, I need you to eat something, please, you need to right now because you passed out."

"Okay." She sighed, kind of dejected. "I'll go grab him Peanut, and a cupcake." I kissed her head, then ran out to get Voltaire.

After she was in bed, had eaten her cupcake, had a blanket pulled over her little body, a swing to watch her, and her friend Lilly to talk with, I went on for What'd I Miss.

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HOLA!

Sorry this is so late.

Thanks for reading!

- Abi