The Man I Thought Who Can't Appreciate Beauty

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One day, before going to school, I happened to have someone stare back at me. 

I asked myself why. 

It asked itself why. 

Every time I moved, it moved. 

I smiled, it smiled. 

I then asked my grade one teacher behind a mountain of papers that DECS, now DepEd, had impracticably blessed her, and despite her being dog-tired she managed to laugh out loud almost likely to death and scream to the whole class, "That's what we call reflection!"

Reflection, the class would repeat in a thousand times.