It never failed to fill me with horror. Every day I would look in the mirror to see if the image changed. It never did. I didn’t feel like a demon with scarlet horns. In fact, when I reached up to feel them I just felt hair. I lifted one cloven hoof in the reflection but looking down I just saw a human foot with 5 toes. I could feel them against the cold floor but the mirror said differently. Was I the monster in the mirror? I left each morning for work and said hello to my neighbors. I paid for the Starbucks order for the person behind me in the drive though line. I was courteous and loving to my children. How did this not reflect in the mirror? Maybe I didn’t deserve an angel halo and soft white wings but pointed teeth? How was I seeing myself that was so different than my actions?