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Mirror Reflection of Self-Discovery

1) The narrator has a strange experience where she sees her reflection come to life in the bathroom mirror and speak to her. 2) Her reflection tells her to "accept, love, and forgive him", though the narrator does not understand why. 3) The narrator realizes she was dreaming and that her reflection was representing her own inner consciousness telling her something she knew deep down but was denying.

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Mirror Reflection of Self-Discovery

1) The narrator has a strange experience where she sees her reflection come to life in the bathroom mirror and speak to her. 2) Her reflection tells her to "accept, love, and forgive him", though the narrator does not understand why. 3) The narrator realizes she was dreaming and that her reflection was representing her own inner consciousness telling her something she knew deep down but was denying.

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Reflection

By Cécilia Mzayek

My bare feet were silently putting themselves one in front of the


other on the hard, cold, floor. I had no idea where they were taking me
until I reached the intended place.
My arms stretched and my hands lay flat on the cold marble
around the sink. My eyes looked into the big, shiny, silver mirror and I
saw the perfect copy of myself behind the flat, glossy surface. Leaning
on the black rock in the small, dark room, I forced my head down and
my eyes to look in the sink, and I started breathing deep slow breaths
until I felt safe.
Once I regained control of myself, I looked around to see if
anything was different in my bathroom, I don’t know why but I
expected there to be a difference. I could feel that I wasn’t in the real
world; I then discovered I was in a perfect copy of my world, a mirror
image of my world, a reflection of my world.
From the corner of my eye, I saw that my twin behind the window
was not moving, she was leaning over the sink and I was standing up
straight. I gave out a soft, unhearable cry and heard a voice I will never
forget.
It was a strange voice, one I had never enjoyed when hearing it
from this point of hearing, one I hated when I was hearing it from
outside of my body. It was my voice, loud and distinct coming from the
girl behind the window. “Look at me” was what she had said.
I tried to run but my legs were forcing me to stay, so I turned
around and looked into the mirror, and looked deep into the eyes of my
reflection.
They were brown, deep, understanding; I felt the hairs on my
neck stand on their ends. She looked at me so deeply and I saw that I
had deceived her. I had no idea what I had done, but tears started
coming in my eyes, but I still looked into hers. “Accept him, love him,
forgive him,” the voice rang in my ears. “Why?” My voice was gone, no
sound came out of my mouth, and I understood that she had borrowed
it.
The next thing I knew was that I had regained the control of my
body, and that she was following my movements again, she was again
a mere reflection of me.
And that’s when I realized that I had woken up. I was in the
bathroom alone, with just a reflection of myself as a companion. I
remembered my dream and understood that she had been my
consciousness telling me what I knew deep inside me, but that I had
denied on myself. I looked back into my eyes’ reflection, then I walked
towards the door to my room, and from the corner of my eye, I saw
that she was walking away deeper into her room - behind the glass -
until she faded away.

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