You know how when you're a little kid, you sometimes have imaginary friends? Mine was Hope. She looked just like me; Hope had blonde curly hair, almost down to her waist, and she always wore whatever I was wearing.
Hope lived in the mirror in my bathroom. But it wasn't just that mirror, it was every surface I passed by that was shiny enough to see a reflection.
Hope had friends, just like me. Her friends looked just like mine and they lived with her in the mirror world.
When I was little, I would sit on the bathroom floor and talk to Hope for hours. I would tell her about my day and ask her about hers. Hope's lips always moved along with mine when I talked to her, so I knew she was listening. She never replied to me out loud, but I could hear her voice in my head. It sounded just like mine.
I talked to my parents about Hope all the time and after a while, they started to get worried. They took me in to see a doctor once and they asked me to tell him all about Hope. I explained to him everything I just told you and he told my parents they had nothing to worry about, that it was just my imagination and I would eventually grow up and forget all about Hope and her little world.
But that doctor was wrong. Hope wasn't imaginary, she was real.
Every person is born with the ability to see things beyond the obvious. As they get older, people start to lose that ability. That's why adults are always so sad, because they lost the will to believe in the world beyond their reflections...
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