"I think I just met the happiest person in the world!"

Here we go again.

"Really?" I ask, feigning surprise. My dear sister says this every day, and quite frankly, I'm starting to worry.

"Yes! And, oh, Emily, they were so beautiful, with long brown hair and the most wonderful green eyes!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah! And they had a big smile on their face and for a minute I wondered if we were the same!"

"What was their name?"

She thinks for a second. "Hmm. You know, I never got it. Why don't we go ask them?"

"Where are they?"

"In the bathroom!" she says, pulling me towards the smelly water closet.

"What do you mean, they're in the bathroom?!" I shriek, alarmed.

"Look!"

My sibling gestured to the pane of glass above the sink. The mirror.

She waved at her reflection.

And guess what?

Her reflection waved back.