A little girl looked at herself in this mirror on an autumn day. On a day when everything had dried up, lifeless, where nothing had light. But the mirror caught a spring light, perhaps from her eyes and her smile that reflected in the mirror like the sun on a spring morning. That smile was mesmerizing; imagine a child looking in the mirror for the first time, how delighted she is with herself. But that girl was truly special, an innocent child, loving, sweet—what else can be said about a child?? Those black eyes that caught a sunlit gleam the moment she smiled, those little lips that, when she spoke in half-words, made everyone adore her, and when someone started to pet her she laughed out loud so that two dimples formed in her cheeks, adding to her beauty. And her hair, her curls tied in pigtails, a little princess that no one she approached could resist picking up and giving a kiss. But what happened to the little girl, why did she cry when she looked in the mirror for the first time?? What happened to you, sweetheart?? The little girl is crying because her mommy hadn't tied her curls nicely... Over such a little thing this angel shed tears, but oh, such sorrowful tears, for they fell like raindrops on a winter day... The years raised the little girl; she was no longer a little girl but a beautiful young lady. Now she no longer cries in front of the mirror because her hair isn't nice; she fixes it better herself than her mommy used to when she was little. She even stays longer in front of the mirror; she no longer needs someone to take care of her, she is now perfectly capable of looking after herself. And fortunately, she is still a little girl at heart, loving and sweet, her eyes shining the same way they used to. Could it be the color of her eyes that shines so much, or?? The girl's eyes were beautiful, but the shine was given to them by the most beautiful feelings that had accompanied her up to that moment in life. But now, what feeling had conquered the girl's heart?? It was her first love... the first heartbeats for a boy... she spent more time in front of the mirror, it was her best friend, but a friend she also got angry at when it didn't make her look beautiful before a date with her boy. This girl was radiating, what an impact love has!! But on a cold day when it was raining so hard, a bitter cold outside so much that even the mirror had frozen from the chill, the girl comes and again in front of the mirror for the second time sheds tears, tears for the loss of love, tears for the loss of the most precious person she had... how much compassion this girl awakens in you, look at her gaze, it's impossible, they look like black clouds on a day of lightning... where did the shine go, where did the desire to stand for hours in front of the mirror go?? How much time would pass without her appearing in front of the mirror?? So much time that even the mirror had forgotten the girl's face, and what was worst, the last image it had of the girl was her tearful eyes... A moment when the mirror thought the girl had forgotten it... The mirror cracked, it shattered, yes, it shattered from the girl's beauty, how much she had changed, and this white dress, and this veil, the curly hair beneath the veil making her a princess, but not a princess like back then when she was a sweet and innocent little girl. But a strong princess, with a posture to be admired, her face has changed so much, it has taken on a different shade, where did the smile go, why so serious, I liked her better when she came before me and just laughed and showed me what had happened to her. “Wait a minute... she is dressed in white, it is her most beautiful day, what a pity the little girl will look at herself in another mirror now, I will be left alone again...” This bride radiates, she radiates...
Who is this woman with gray hair tied up as befits a lady of her age, and this sweet little girl beside her, who is she?? Why is this lady looking at me this way, so strangely, so askance?? Or perhaps that is just her gaze, a lost gaze as if something is coming to her mind as she looks at me?? while the sweet little girl with curly hair looks on smiling, and for a moment a tear drops from her eyes. “Oh, Mommy, oh, Mommy...” “Yes, sweetheart??” “But I...” “What is it, darling, didn't I tie your hair nicely, don't you like it??” The little girl stopped crying and, surprised that her mommy had guessed what she was crying about, she said, “How did you know??” “It is the mirror of life that told me, my little girl...”