Remedy

Wings.

I took out my new years resolution jar from last year, letting out each little slip of paper land on my flowered bed-sheet.

"Accomplished. Still not done. Ac- ..Wait, still not done." I sigh and tear them apart until it's ready to be thrown away.

My eyes become teary, and suddenly everything around me becomes blurry.

I hear a familiar rhythm of flip-flops coming in the direction of the hallway towards my room. "What are you doing? Are you coming for dinner or what?" Startled by my brother's voice, I pick up my head and silently nod.

"Coming." I head to the mirror and stare at the dark circles around my eyes, but find hope lighting them up. I pick up my glittery pink scarf dangling on my pillow and let it drop on the face of my mirror.

"Why did you just do that?" he asked concerned as he slowly took a step forward inside my room.

"I always see my future so promising, but I blew it last year. I could have done better. I still don't even know how to fly!" I cry.

"You didn't completely blow it. We all make mistakes, but that doesn't define the whole year or who you are. There were definitely a lot you accomplished as well. As for promising future, it can happen if you put your mind to it. Fly? You don't see your wings do you?"

"Yeah, yeah I know. And no?" With a hint of annoyance in my voice, I respond.

My brother yanked the scarf that covered my mirror and said, "Look at the mirror. See that? Butterflies don't see their wings."

"So?"

"Butterflies can see other butterflies' beauty, even when they can't see their own."

"And?"

"Which goes for people too."

"Oh.." I let my brother lightly toss back my scars to me as I formed a weak smile across my lips. "Gee, thanks. Where do you get these words?"

"From people like you."