The Mirror

Every morning,

a young teenager stood in front of the mirror.

They brushed their hair.

Straightened their clothes.

Sometimes,

they leaned in a little closer

to see if another tiny pimple

had appeared overnight.

Then,

they picked up their backpack

and left for school.

They had never wondered

whether the person in the mirror

was really who they were.

It had always been this way.

So it simply felt...

normal.

One weekend,

they visited their grandmother.

In her bedroom

stood an old mirror.

Its silver frame had faded.

The glass wasn't as clear

as the one at home.

When the teenager looked into it,

they paused.

For a moment,

they looked...

different.

On the way home,

they kept thinking

about that old mirror.

That evening,

they stood quietly

in front of the mirror at home.

They looked

for a long time.

Then a question

gently appeared.

Which mirror...

looks more like me?

No one answered.

The mirrors didn't answer either.

The next morning,

they brushed their hair.

Straightened their clothes.

Picked up their backpack.

Just before leaving,

they turned around

and looked into the mirror

one more time.

This time,

it didn't feel

like they were looking

at their reflection.

It felt

like they were looking

for something.

Pause for a Moment

Every mirror reflects a face.

But have you ever wondered...

What reflects the way

we see ourselves?