The girl in the mirror told me today, that she wanted to come alive. She said she wanted a family, parents who care for her and little siblings to dote on. She wanted to experience the emotions of life, the joy, the hope, the fear and the hatred. She wanted to fall in love and be loved. She wanted to swim in the oceans, scale the mountains and embrace the night breezes. She demanded the opportunities I got and neglected. She said she would have performed up to expectations. She said she would do better than me. She would make everyone else happier. They would love her, take delight in hearing her speak, bask in her presence. She would be the pride of her parents, the joy to those around her. She would grow up successful, have a loving husband and perhaps a couple of kids to complete her home. She would surpass me in all aspects. And she wanted me to let her have that opportunity. She said she didn't want to live forever, she just wanted to live happily. She would appreciate it if I could take her place in the mirror instead. But I didn't want to step into that mirror. I couldn't bear to give up what I have. So selfish me sat crying on the other corner of the room, whimpering away and screaming at her to keep away.