It was June. Cold breeze of the wind is blowing inside the small house of two creatues.
Few drops of rain can be seen from the outside. Sprinkles of rain that has made little sprouts of crops from the ground grow.
Together with those young sprouts of plant, Alyssa has also grew so dearly. She is now ten, still a sweet and young girl, but now with huge dreams and strong determination.
"Mom, I would finish my studies, and will work hard so I can buy you a nice dress and build yoy a wonderful house where the two of us would live togeher. You would then be very happy" says Alyssa brushing her hair in front of the old mirror while her mom fixes her worn out uniform that was lended to them by a nice neighbor.
"I am happy by just having you. Now go, for you are going to be late in your classes." Her mother replied.
"I love you mom." Says Alyssa as she kissed goodbye and ran to school.
"I love you more dear. It's just the two of us, but I love you more than the love millions of people can give." whispers Alyssa's mom as she waves to her daughter.
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The Breaking of the Mirror
KurzgeschichtenWe may fail to notice it, but there are those times when are too busy trying to make ourselves better that we destroy the old self we once had. Trying to beautify the frame, we then broke the glass, which is the most important part of the mirror.
