Ellie

17

“she’s from the sixteenth century.” you explained, and your mother gave you a questioning look.

“’she’?” your mother asked, eyebrows raised. “this mirror...is a ‘she’?”

“her name’s ellie.” you said beside me with a nod, “at least...that’s what the guy at the store said. he told me the name ‘ellie’ was carved on her back.” with that, you spun me around on my stands so that you and your mother could see the messy, large carving on the metal of my upper back: my name in all capital letters.

“that’s nice.” your mother commented as you stood me upright. she forced a smile on her face, and i noticed you also shared dimples. “‘she’s’ shiny. like new. but why did you buy ‘her’?”

i had to admit it. your mother was scaring me.

she didn’t seem to like me like you did.

would you have to give me away?