Enraged and hurt she stomped out. Who was this devil she just saw?
Her reflection! Really!
What had she become?
“It is no use to blame the looking glass if your face is awry.” She had heard her mother quoting.
And then it dawned on her.
How can my happiness be in someone else’s hand? When I am the master of my destiny.
With gratitude she reflected on all the bounties in her life.
A strong beam of light shone around her.
Her vision changed and the reflection smiled back at her.
She was in love with her life.