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Sometimes I think I'm cursed because of something that happened before I was even born.

ˈsəmˌtaɪmz aɪ θɪŋk əm kərst bɪˈkəz əv ˈsəmθɪŋ ðət ˈhæpənd ˌbiˈfɔr aɪ wɑz ˈivɪn bɔrn.

See, a long time ago there was this family. The papá, he was a musician. He and his family would sing, and dance, and count

si, ə lɔŋ taɪm əˈgoʊ ðɛr wɑz ðɪs ˈfæməli. ðə papáá, hi wɑz ə mjuˈzɪʃən. hi ənd hɪz ˈfæməli wʊd sɪŋ, ənd dæns, ənd kaʊnt

their blessings. But he also had a dream... to play for the world. And one day he left with his guitar and never returned.

ðɛr ˈblɛsɪŋz. bət hi ˈɔlsoʊ hæd ə drim... tɪ pleɪ fər ðə wərld. ənd wən deɪ hi lɛft wɪθ hɪz gɪˈtɑr ənd ˈnɛvər rɪˈtərnd.

And the mamá? She didn't have time to cry over that walk-away musician! After banishing all music from her life, she found a

ənd ðə mamáá? ʃi ˈdɪdənt hæv taɪm tɪ kraɪ ˈoʊvər ðət walk-away mjuˈzɪʃən! ˈæftər ˈbænɪʃɪŋ ɔl mˈjuzɪk frəm hər laɪf, ʃi faʊnd ə

way to provide for her daughter. She rolled up her sleeves and she learned to make shoes.

weɪ tɪ prəˈvaɪd fər hər ˈdɔtər. ʃi roʊld əp hər slivz ənd ʃi ˈlərnɪd tɪ meɪk ʃuz.

She could have made candy, or fireworks, or sparkly underwear for wrestlers! But no, she chose shoes.

ʃi kʊd hæv meɪd ˈkændi, ər ˈfaɪrˌwərks, ər ˈspɑrkli ˈəndərˌwɛr fər ˈrɛsələrz! bət noʊ, ʃi ʧoʊz ʃuz.

Then she taught her daughter to make shoes. And later, she taught her son-in-law. Then her grandkids got roped in. As her family

ðɛn ʃi tɔt hər ˈdɔtər tɪ meɪk ʃuz. ənd ˈleɪtər, ʃi tɔt hər ˈsənɪnˌlɔ. ðɛn hər ˈgrænˌkɪdz gɑt roʊpt ɪn. ɛz hər ˈfæməli

grew, so did the business.

gru, soʊ dɪd ðə ˈbɪznɪs.

Music had torn her family apart, but shoes held them all together.

mˈjuzɪk hæd tɔrn hər ˈfæməli əˈpɑrt, bət ʃuz hɛld ðɛm ɔl təˈgɛðər.

You see, that woman was my great-great-grandmother, Mamá Imelda. She died way before I was born. But my family still tells her

ju si, ðət ˈwʊmən wɑz maɪ great-great-grandmother, mamáá ˌɪˈmɛldə. ʃi daɪd weɪ ˌbiˈfɔr aɪ wɑz bɔrn. bət maɪ ˈfæməli stɪl tɛlz hər

story every year on Dia de los Muertos, The Day of the Dead.

ˈstɔri ˈɛvəri jɪr ɔn ˈdiə də lɔs muertos, ðə deɪ əv ðə dɛd.

And her little girl, she's my great-grandmother, Mamá Coco.

ənd hər ˈlɪtəl gərl, ʃiz maɪ ˌgreɪtˈgrændˌməθər, mamáá ˈkoʊˌkoʊ.

Hola, Mamá Coco.

ˈhoʊlə, mamáá ˈkoʊˌkoʊ.

Don't give me that look. Día de los Muertos is the one night of the year our ancestors can come visit us.

doʊnt gɪv mi ðət lʊk. día də lɔs muertos ɪz ðə wən naɪt əv ðə jɪr ɑr ˈænˌsɛstərz kən kəm ˈvɪzɪt ˈjuˈɛs.

We've put their photos on the ofrenda so their spirits can cross over. That is very important.

wiv pʊt ðɛr ˈfoʊˌtoʊz ɔn ðə ofrenda soʊ ðɛr ˈspɪrɪts kən krɔs ˈoʊvər. ðət ɪz ˈvɛri ˌɪmˈpɔrtənt.

If we don't put them up, they can't come. We made all this food, set out the things they loved in life, mi hijo. All this work to bring the family together.

ɪf wi doʊnt pʊt ðɛm əp, ðeɪ kænt kəm. wi meɪd ɔl ðɪs fud, sɛt aʊt ðə θɪŋz ðeɪ ləvd ɪn laɪf, mi hijo. ɔl ðɪs wərk tɪ brɪŋ ðə ˈfæməli təˈgɛðər.

I don't want you sneaking off to who knows where. Where are you going?

aɪ doʊnt wɔnt ju sˈnikɪŋ ɔf tɪ hu noʊz wɛr. wɛr ər ju goʊɪŋ?

I thought we were done.

aɪ θɔt wi wər dən.

Ay, Dios mío. Being part of this family means being here for this family. I don't want to see you end up like...

eɪ, ˈdioʊs mío. biɪŋ pɑrt əv ðɪs ˈfæməli minz biɪŋ hir fər ðɪs ˈfæməli. aɪ doʊnt wɔnt tɪ si ju ɛnd əp laɪk...

Like Mamá Coco's papa?

laɪk mamáá coco's ˈpɑˌpə?

Never mention that man! He's better off forgotten.

ˈnɛvər ˈmɛnʃən ðət mæn! hiz ˈbɛtər ɔf fərˈgɑtən.

You're the one who- I was just- But- I-

jʊr ðə wən hu- aɪ wɑz ʤɪst- bət- aɪ-

Papa?

ˈpɑˌpə?