CHAPTER FORTY-TWO: Mirror

SERRA

“Dad,” I called him.

It has been days yet he was still sad and listless.

“What can do for yoy, sweetheart?” He forced a smile but the sadness in his eyes was visible.

“I-I want to ask you about someone.” I lowered my head.

“Come here.” He tapped the space beside him. I obliged and sat next to him. “About who?” he asked.

“About my mom,” I stuttered.

Hearing the last word he was grief-stricken. I felt bad asking about it.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel like it, dad,” I sincerely said.

He shook his. “It’s about time.” He smiled genuinely. “What do you want to know about her?”

“What does she look like?” I asked even though I already knew.

He moved away and pulled something out of the drawer of his bedside table. He gave me a round object. It was metal-like and silver in color with gold Vines and red roses all over.

“Open it,” he told me after handing it over.

I ran my thumb tracing the vine and pulled the top part upward. I saw myself, my reflection.

“You’re a carbon