So since Antonio was "an animal guy" before getting his gift, it implies that gifts are related to the person's personality/interests. So here are some headcanons based on that...
This one was confirmed on Twitter apparently, but Julieta was always the caretaker. I hc that she also always loved cooking, and used to watch Alma in the kitchen and follow her around to be her "helper". She would also be the emotional support for her siblings, and would try to comfort Alma if she saw she was sad
Pepa felt her emotions very strongly, and would always be very vocal about how she was feeling. Little 4-year-old Pepa would be stomping around the house like "I'm very mad!" Her emotions could change very quickly though
Bruno was very good at reading people. He was incredibly observant, and was able to make connections between cause and effect very easily. He would take it upon himself to vocalize these concerns, such as "that cup is about to fall" or "if you keep doing that you will get hurt".
Isabela had a fascination with plants, and enjoyed the many pretty colours of the flowers. If any of the townspeople had a garden, she would sit and stare at the plants for hours. Sometimes Agustin would take her into the forest so she could look at the plants. She would always come home with a handpicked bouquet of wild flowers for Alma
Dolores always wanted to be "in the know". She liked knowing exactly what was going on at all times, and hated feeling like she was left out. If she heard the grownups talking but she didn't understand a word, she would ask them to say it again. If the grownups were having private conversations, she would try and eavesdrop on them
Luisa always wanted to be the helper. She was constantly running around the house trying to be useful, and she'd take pride when one of the grownups thanked her. She was also very protective of Camilo and Mirabel when they were babies, and she decided it was her job to keep them safe (usually meaning she would sit and watch them play, driving away anyone who dared risk knocking over their little block tower)
Camilo was a little comedian. He liked making people laugh, and he found a good way to do that was impressions. While he couldn't always get the voices right, his tone and intonation were precise. When he was very little, he would pick a grownup and follow them around the house, mimicking their actions
Consider..... post-canon madrigals looking through the old photo albums together 🥺👀
"So," Bruno laughed nervously, rubbing his hand up and down his arm. "What did I miss?"
And that was how Bruno found himself in what was once the front lawn of the Casita, Antonio on his knee while the rest of the family rooted through the rubble.
"What're they doing?" He muttered, causing the little boy to shrug in reply. It was amazing how quickly Antonio had warmed up to his tío, but Bruno certainly wasn't going to complain. He was a great kid.
"Here's one!" Luisa exclaimed, waving a white book over her head. "Looks like Mirabel's got one as well!"
"One here too," Dolores said, the purple-bound book in her hands covered in dust.
"And here!" Isabela chimed in.
It wasn't until Pepa unearthed a blue one, did Bruno realize what they were searching for. Photo albums. From all the time he'd spent hiding away in the walls.
Sure, he had heard bits and pieces of dinner conversation, but he knew he had missed so much. Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries. He'd missed his own fiftieth birthday, for God's sake.
Once the family was satisfied with their findings, they returned to the grass and sat beside Bruno and Antonio.
"This one was taken when I turned seven," Camilo pointed out, a birthday hat perched on his head, the camera caught him morphed somewhere between himself and Isabela.
"And this one is when I turned seven," Mirabel said, pointing to a different shot, where she scowled as Camilo tried to blow out the candles on her cake.
"This one is from Pepa and Félix's anniversary…" Julieta murmured, her fingers moving gently over the photos, a small smile on her face.
"And here's when Pepa made it tornado just because Félix complimented her that very same day," Agustín teased, chuckling at the state of Félix's hair, blowing wildly in the heavy winds.
"If you had heard the compliment, you would have tornadoed too," Pepa said, scowling as her cheeks turned a bright pink.
Bruno half expected some sort of raincloud to appear overhead from the ribbing, Pepa had never taken well to teasing; but he quickly remembered that the magic was gone, as evidenced by Mirabel blowing Casita dust off of another album.
He didn't mind though, as he watched his family laugh and point out different things in the photos. No magic could ever replace a moment like this. He hadn't realized how much he had missed.
"Hey, here's one from my Gift Ceremony!" Antonio leapt from Bruno's lap, grabbing the album and holding it out for everyone to see.
"Antonio, that was only three days ago," Camilo said, rolling his eyes. "Where's one from my Ceremony?"
"But Tío Bruno hasn't seen it," Antonio handed the album to the uncle in question, and Bruno took it, looking at each face individually.
Seeing them all after ten years was rather shocking, honestly. Julieta now had a considerable amount of gray hair, Pepa had wrinkles (although he daren't ever mention it), Agustín had grown his mustache in again, and Félix had put on a few pounds around the middle. Even his own mother looked different. Older, more tired.
And that was saying nothing about the kids. It was amazing how much of a difference a decade could make. The last time he'd seen Luisa he could still pick her up, and now she was twice his size and three times his weight in pure muscle.
Bruno scanned the picture, doing a quick head count. Something was missing… no, someone.
"Hey kid, where were you?" Bruno leaned over to Mirabel, who was occupying herself looking through her parents' wedding photos. "They didn't make you take the picture, did they?"
"No," Mirabel said swiftly, flipping a page.
"What are you talking about, of course Mirabel is in it," His mother snatched the album from his hands and Bruno watched as her eyes scanned the page, and could see the moment she realized. "Oh, Mirabel…"
"What? It's nothing," Mirabel shrugged.
"No it's not," Julieta said, crawling over to sit by her youngest daughter. "That was a family photo, you were supposed to be in it!"
"It's fine, Mamá!" Mirabel insisted. "Ew, are these honeymoon pictures?"
Camilo tried reaching for the album, but Agustín's hands were quicker. "That's enough of that one, thank you."
"Wait, Mira isn't in a lot of these," Antonio commented, flipping through a few pages. There were individual photos of each of the kids; Isabela wearing a crown made of daisies, Camilo contorting his face into funny expressions, but very few of just Mirabel.
Even some of the group shots excluded her, or she was off to the side.
"Mirabel, I hadn't realized…" Julieta began to flip through a few pages, and Bruno saw tears pool in the corners of her eyes. "We didn't mean to exclude you."
"I understand, I'm not that interesting," Mirabel said with another shrug. "Hey, here's one of me!"
Bruno winced as he recognized it as from the night he left.
From her failed Gift Ceremony.
Was that really what it all came down to? Had Mirabel really fallen through the cracks so much that nobody even noticed if she was missing from a family photo?
Maybe his leaving hadn't protected her as much as he thought it would.
"I don't ever want to hear you say that again," Agustín said, wrapping Mirabel in his arms and squeezing her until she giggled and blushed red.
"Me either," Julieta agreed, wrapping her arms around the two of them and plastering kisses all over her face.
"Hey, quit it," Mirabel protested, squirming in their grasp.
She'd almost gotten away when Isabela joined in, followed by Luisa, and Antonio.
Before Bruno could process fully what was happening, the entire family was suddenly circled around his youngest niece, encapuring her in a giant group hug, whoever was closest to her face pressing kisses onto the available space.
"Get over here, Bruno!" Félix said, waving an arm. "Come show Mirabel how much you missed her!"
Bruno wasn't about to deny that. He had missed her. He'd missed all of them.
He didn't even have a chance to hesitate as Pepa grabbed his arm, and pulled him into the embrace.
It was cramped, and hot, and everyone smelled of sweat and rubble… but it was soft, and warm, and felt like home.
He'd almost forgotten what it was like to get a hug from the Family Madrigal.
"I think we need another picture," Antonio announced, as the hug slowly eased up and broke apart, Mirabel's glasses crooked and hair disheveled from being the center of the heap. "One with everybody."
"That's the best idea I've heard all day, kid," Bruno said, scooping his nephew into his arms, as Dolores retrieved the camera - shockingly still functioning after the house collapsed.
They all crammed together, tight enough that Bruno could feel Isabela's elbow digging into his ribs and Agustín stepping on his foot - but he didn't mind. Not in the slightest.
"Okay everyone," Dolores said, as she set up the timer and quickly moved in front of the camera, squeezing between her mother and grandmother. "Say 'La Familia Madrigal!"
"¡La Familia Madrigal!"