The woman backed up away from the mirror. Her reflection normally was herself. It had been for years. Today though. Today was different. Today her reflection was a brunette woman. Quickly going back to the mirror the woman was surprised to see her own reflection looking back at her. She continued to stare at it until once again the brunette woman appeared. This time the woman wasn't afraid. This time she was curious. The brunette woman lifted a hand and touched the mirror. The woman watched as the other woman flinched back and once again her own reflection stared back at her.

Deciding to go check on the boy the woman left the bathroom. Leaving the brunette woman behind. Many thoughts ran threw the woman's mind as she navigated her way to the boy. Who was the brunette? Was she trapped like she was? Or was she freedom? If the brunette was freedom why didn't her own family see her when she went home? Why couldn't anyone see her before?

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The mother looked at her reflection. Her eyes were red and puffy and giant purple circles made her eyes look black. Leaning forwards the mother placed dabs of concealer to hide the circles.

She looked down and when she looked back up she was startled. Looking back at her was a woman with blonde hair. The woman in the mirror screamed and jumped back from the mirror leaving the mother to be staring at her own reflection again.

After a few seconds the face once again appeared. The two women stared at each other before the mother reached up and touched the mirror. It was her turn to be freaked out and she pulled her hand away and left the bathroom. She was going crazy she thought. Too little sleep and long days of tears.

Shaking her head the mother walked to the kitchen. The father was having a coffee. Upon seeing his wife the husband got up. "What's wrong?" He asked her as he pulled her into a hug

Wrapping her arms around him, thankful for his support the wife told him what had happened. Together the pair went to investigate.

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The woman looked down at the sleeping boy. She didn't want to wake him just yet. But as she looked at him she began to see the similarities between the boy and the woman in the mirror. Over took with joy the woman woke the boy. "Come little one. I think I found your mom." She said excitedly.

The boy rubbed his eyes and got up. He followed the woman to the washroom. "Where? I don't see her." He said looking around.

"Look in the mirror." The woman said. Doing what he was told the boy looked into the bathroom mirror. "What do you see?" The woman asked

"Myself , you and the bathroom." The boy replied. "Anything else?" The woman urged.

"No." He replied sadly. He was also beginning to think the woman was crazy.

"I saw your mom. She was looking at me." The woman replied as she leaned closer to the mirror. Sure enough as she leaned closer the reflection changed. "There do you see her now?" The woman asked.

Trace looked at the mirror. "All I see is you and me." He replied.

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