The first time I watched Disney’s Encanto a few months ago, my daugther, “Camilo is my favorite!”
“Oh,” I said, surprised. “Which was he again? I don't quite remember him.”
“He's the shapeshifter,” my daughter answered.
I watched it again this weekend. And there he was, sliding in and out of scenes effortlessly, taking on the form of who he was next to, adapting their voices before slipping away in the background again.
He was good at hiding, and so was I when I was in my corporate job. No one saw the real me. But that doesn’t work now…




