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I was always a curious girl since I was little and a very sick one too. Sometimes my curiosity would get me in trouble but I never thought it would lead to this. I’ve never been outside, not because of my sickness. It's because of my face, I was "not normal" as my mom would say. I would always find the answer to everything I asked myself except one question. I wonder what was behind the door? I just had to do it, I had to go outside to say hi to the passing girls but when they saw me they screamed. It was a rainy day and I saw a puddle I looked down and saw my reflection for the first time ever.
Mai,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your piece. The narrator reminded me a bit of Auggie from Palacio's Wonder. Are you familiar with that author's work?
Keep writing.
Mrs. G. ,Team 100, Guilderland, NY, USA
Yes I am familiar with the author work, that was one of my many inspirations for Reflection. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking the same thing as Mrs .G. and was going to ask you the same thing. I also loved the way you used the prompt it was very different.
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