Chapter 1
The mirror never reflected her again, now he only reflected what he wanted to.
I am a mirror and I have been living in this house since the new couple bought me and now two years later they have a beautiful daughter. I am seeing her for the first time today she is so small so fragile and she looks so beautiful cradled in the woman's arms.
I have been with couple since they married I have seen their lovely moments and the childish banter and now they have a sweet little life to care for. I watched as the little girl slowly grew from how she learned to turn and crawl to now when the naive one is scolding her own reflection trying to tell her parents that there is a baby here. The girl has grown and now the lovely child is my constant companion she always dresses up prettily and asks me first am I beautiful with that sugary sweet voice of hers. Sometimes she shares the stories of her kindergarten and sometimes she would paint me with the lipstick and when her mother would angrily ask why? She would say ' Mr. Mirror wanted to look pretty too.' I would enjoy the moment from inside. She left many marks on me the little scratches from her tiny fingers still tingles me. One day she heard the story of Snow White and she dashed towards me asking ' Mirror mirror can u talk too, tell me am I beautiful and I laughed as the reflection of the starry eyed child reflected through me felt like a dream.
Time passes so soon and it felt like yesterday when the little girl would always check her height saying soon she will outgrow me. But nowadays whenever she looks at me, at her reflection she turns her head away. Is she angry with me I wondered. And soon I knew the reason why. The little girl who has entered the most delicate phase of her life was getting taunted and mocked for her looks and I couldn't do anything except try to reflect how beautiful she looked but all she saw was her made up imperfections whispered in her ears tainting the mind of the growing youth. Now she stopped avoiding the reflection but I wasn't happy for she shed those precious pearls for hours whenever her parents didn't look. She would whisper to me tell me why am I so ugly and it would pain me as the memory collides. Of when she asked Mirror mirror am i beautiful and I laughed. No sweetheart you are the dearest in the world I would say but she didn't hear neither me nor her parents. And then I saw a horrifying scene the little girl was self harming, I shattered at the reflection I saw in myself but I couldn't do anything to help.
Years later the girl is there sitting in the ward blaming herself, for doing something so foolish just because of the words of a few kids. Her mind is clear her battered soul is healing and I am standing here bracing myself because when she comes I won't reflect her alone I will reflect the little girl who has grown into a strong woman.
