All I wanted was for my mother to see things my way, to understand. But I was just a little girl and didn’t have the right words yet. “It’s not fair” didn’t seem to be cutting it. She helped me into my sweater—first one sleeve and then the other—while I tried to give names to my feelings.
But when I finally found the right words and turned around to say them, my mother had disappeared into the mirror, and there was a little girl standing next to me, holding a sweater and complaining that I was being unfair.
Very clever! I love this!
Delightfully creepy!
Well done
Lovely and bittersweet. Great job!
Thanks for the nice comments!
Cleverly done and touching
Liked a lot! Sure brought back a few memories. I have always been nurturing, giving, loving and affectionate toward children, fun,,the total opposite of my mother (rip).
Wonderful.
Oh. I’m a mother of a daughter. Very moving
Very poetic!