HER PLAYMATE

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by mufffin3

by mufffin3

[HER PLAYMATE]
@mean

I saw my daughter playing in her room alone with her dolls. She's talking to it and seems like they're artists acting on a show but she's the speaker of both sides. She's the antagonist, the pro, and the narrator. And I find it cute.

One time, I heard her again, she's playing I guess but it's already late at night, it's midnight to be exact. She's laughing, chortling, and screaming in so much happiness. Since it's late, I decided to went to her room.

"Sky, baby?" I called her.

"Yes, mommy? I'm over here!" She's hiding under her bed while smiling happily.

"Baby, come here. Why are you still up, hmm?"

"Mom, we're playing."

"Hmm? With who? With your doll Shishi?" She stands up and went towards me

"No, mom. I'm playing with her" and she pointed something at my back but I saw nothing.

"Huh? There's none, baby. It's just a mirror.

"No, mom, she's over there. At your back"

And when I turned my head, I saw a kid in the mirror.

My twin sister who died long time ago.