I sat in a chair facing my reflection. I thought of all that had happened. I could see long chains holding me back, my face was set in a permanent scream. This is what I see when I look in the mirror. Happy now mother. Happy that all my days have been wasted on you, only for you to betray Father. I stood up, feeling like I was carrying a weight on my back. In the mirror, I saw a hand grasp my throat. Then I couldn't breathe. Tears streamed down my face as I saw Mother’s face staring at me in the mirror, and a wrinkly hand. I tapped the cursed glass, as I breathed my final breath.