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7 years old, i glance at the mirror and smile, fiddle with the bow in my hair for a while. mum told me all about love as i sat beside her, listening. my aunt said it was okay when i messed up the kitchen. i tended to laugh a lot and hug all of my best friends. i answered a question in english and got the answer right
10 years old i look at the mirror shyly and tie my hair in a knot, dropping my gaze slightly. when i told mum about my day i could tell she wasn't listening. my aunty scolded me when i messed up the kitchen. i tended to smile a lot and hug my one best friend. i tried to answer a question in english and shrugged when it was wrong.
12 years old, i stared at the mirror unblinking. wondering why i wasn't quite pretty. mum was always drunk, and when she screamed i was listening. my aunty yelled at me and made me clean the kitchen. my boyfriend wouldn't let me hug any of my friends. my teacher made me answer a question and i flinched when it was wrong.
14 years old, i watch the mirror, crying — heart breaking slowly feeling like i'm dying. mum tells me nothing as i stand beside her ashes my aunty screams at me and my entire dignity crashes. these days i don't even have any friends to hug. in english, i asked three questions all three began with sorry.
at 16 i'll smash the mirror, let the glass cut my hands, i'll finally join my mother — i'm sure she understands, my aunty will cry at my funeral and wish i was still seven. i won't be heart-broken anymore, i can hug all of my dead friends. my english teacher can write my obituary i wonder — if he comprehends.
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