-The White Mirror.-
I look at myself in the white mirror like everyday and see the same things I see everyday. I see my eyes clear and transparent as they reflect the image of my face off of the mirror. I see my hair long and straight as it drapes itself over my shoulders covering them like a blanket from the cold. I see my m shaped lips move up and down as I try to form a coherent sentence to express what I feel. I see my long and slender body fight to gain control over it's self and defeat the monsters with in it that are trying to shut it down. I see the battle of life and death move across the white mirror as if I am watching a movie being played. I see the white mirror slowly begin to dissolve into shards of glass as it rapidly falls to the ground signifying the end. The end has come… the monsters have won.
His eyes began to tear up as he put down the diary. It had been 3 years since she had died of cancer and even though he and his wife had slowly begun to move on with the help of there 5 month old daughter he still couldn't help but miss her after all she was his first baby. Priya Raichand daughter of Abhay and Piya Raichand had died at the age of 10 after battling with lung cancer.
Just wanted to share. I hope you enjoyed it.
-Tashu-