As she viewed the mirror, today the reflections and the image she viewed, was scarred.

It is not the beautiful baby that used to be, innocent picturesque face laden with a smile and naughtiness all the while. She played with bubbles and dolls. She missed that baby and her naughtiness, missed her little smile, deep inside. As the baby grew the smile was lost and so was her innocence. She never played the games the others played. She grew too quickly to be lost somewhere in the jungle so puzzled by the people around. She hid only to survive and instead lost herself.

Today, when she wipes off the tear from the face still a murkier face she sees. She wants to view it beautiful and clean. The mirror may be dirty she thought, she tried to wipe it clean, yet the image remained dusty.