Jackie, age seven, stared right at me. “I look so pretty today, in my new pink dress!” She scurried out of the room.
Next was Peter, twelve years old, his eyes focusing into my very center. “Yeah--the guys are going to love this new haircut. I am stylin’.” He sauntered into the hall.
Finally, Amy, age sixteen, gave me a withering glare. “I swear if my boyfriend doesn’t get with it, I’ll ... I’ll ...” She turned and stormed out.
I’d have liked to have commented. But, that’s tough when you’re a bathroom mirror.
Next was Peter, twelve years old, his eyes focusing into my very center. “Yeah--the guys are going to love this new haircut. I am stylin’.” He sauntered into the hall.
Finally, Amy, age sixteen, gave me a withering glare. “I swear if my boyfriend doesn’t get with it, I’ll ... I’ll ...” She turned and stormed out.
I’d have liked to have commented. But, that’s tough when you’re a bathroom mirror.
