The mirror

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    " Luna, why don't you finish packing so we can leave on time?" I rush up the stairs and head to my room, the only thing I have packed up is my bathroom.
I take some empty boxes from the back of my closet and start to unload my dresser, putting all my clothes in the boxes. Next I pack up my bed -with the help of uncle jimmy of course. He was always good at putting things together, 
he actually built me my bed when I was thirteen. I would always go to my friends house and they would have full and queen sized beds while i had a twin. One day I came home from school and saw the new bed. I was so happy I stayed in my room the rest of the day.
Now that most of my room was packed I started to bring things into the moving truck. The last thing i wanted was to leave something behind so I rushed up the stairs, but as I walk in, my eyes are met with my  reflection. This beautiful large mirror, the type to be in the queen's room. Mom bought it for me a day before her passing, every time i look in the mirror i see parts of my mom in me. Parts that i don't see in any other one.
After thinking about it for some time I decided that I'm going to bring the mirror with me. I called aunt Susanna to bring me the bubble wrap. I carefully pick the mirror up, but as I do a letter falls. Aunt Susanna picks up the letter as I place the mirror down, we look at each other with a puzzled look. The letter is addressed to Luna, across the front of the envelopes it says open once found.

A/N
That's the end of chapter two, this is a short story I'm making for my creative writing class if there's anything worn with this chapter please feel free to let me know -love keyy🩷

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