Tiffany laughed hysterically. As the minutes passed by her laugh decreases and she then lift her head up and looks at her eyes.
She then continued to speak to herself in front of the big circular mirror and asks, “Are you happy with what you got, the things you’ve accomplished?”
The creaking sound of the door answered her question.
Tiffany happened to see her mother down at the super market couple days ago and every time she thinks about how their eyes met for the first time again in years, Tiffs dad is somewhere screaming her name in the back of her head. She doesn’t think that it would be necessary for her dad to know but this seems to be haunting her. The next day she decided to visit her father to tell him what had happened and how. She wants to discuss the event with her dad. When she got there her father was on the phone for some business matter so he had told her by hand and action gestures to give him a minute. She then sat on the couch in the living room and turned on the television. There wasn’t really any interesting show or movie to see so after five minutes or so she turned the television off and sat there staring at the pictures hanging on the wall. Portrait of her and her father in the middle of the wall and around it are her pictures from the first year her father wrapped tiffany around his arms to introduced her to the world. It was a quite an amusement for her but then she still could not stand still to wait for her dad to finish talking on the phone. She continues to walk around the house as if she’s waiting for her brain to tell her exactly what it is that she needs to do. As she walks pass the kitchen she saw the door to the basement which would be a place she never go to. Out of desperation of something to do while waiting she opened the white painted old door. It looks like it doesn’t belong in that house because of it old look. That if anyone would have to compare it to all the other doors in the house it would look like total garbage. The entire sudden out of curiosity she grabbed the door knob and turned it to open. Like an eager little girl she opens with excitement. Tiffany stepped in the dark room. On the side there was a piece of strand hanging, she guessed that it would lit up the lamp to lighten up the dark room. There she found a bunch of old junk such as her old stuffed toys, crib, couple of clothes, and a mirror, a big mirror. At first she did not pay any attention to it until she passed by the second time and discovered in her mind that it was her mother’s favorite mirror. She remembers clearly that this big circular mirror in front of her used to be in her parents’ bedroom. When she was a little kid she used to knock on her parents door because she keeps having these horrible nightmares about a monster underneath her bed. When Tiffany looked in the mirror she saw all times her mother and she shared what they have for each other; love. She saw her mother besides her smiling and being a caring mother who promised to protect her from any kind of monster whether it was placed in her closet or under her bed, Tiffs mother asked her if she could look at herself in the mirror and say, “I am a strong woman.” After that vision, her eyes is found deeply drown by tears. Suddenly, her heart turned into a rock. She saw the reason why her mother is not a part of what she calls FAMILY. She witnesses the back flash of her mother giving her and her dad up for some other gentleman she hardly can recognize. She felt the anger rising through her veins. The pictures of how her mother betrayed her reflect continuously to the mirror in front of her eyes. Tiff quickly like a wind turned her back and prepares herself to be something similar to solid, solid enough to break something so fragile and shiny. Her rock looking fist threw a wild punch while her jaw tightens as if she is going to turn into some kind of werewolf.
The sound of a broken mirror glass scattered all over the ground.
She turns back once again but this time she was definite that she is not going to turn herself back the other way around. Her blood drops down leading a trail of bloody droplets from the broken mirror out the door.
She closes the door behind her.
Then she hears her father arguing on the phone about business.
Tiffany’s father walks in the kitchen and sees her injure.
“What happen to your hand Tiff?”
“I Love you dad and don’t you forget it”
“Well, I love you more princess”
Tiffs dad runs to the nearest cabinet where the first aid kit is store.
“Thanks dad, for everything that you have given me”
“That’s my job, a job that I would never get tired of doing.”
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