WEIGHT OF THE SORROWFUL REFLECTIONS

Every time I look into the old mirror in our living room, it feels like stepping
into a sad, cold shadow. This mirror, all fancy with its golden frame, might look
nice to others, but to me, it holds a lot of sadness from my family's past.

I'm just a high school girl, trying to deal with school and dreaming about what's
next. But this mirror, it's like a barrier that keeps pulling me back. Each
morning, as I tie up my hair and look at myself, the mirror makes me remember
tough times I wasn't even around for.

It has seen a lot. It watched my grandparents struggle to get by when they were
young. It saw how worried my mom looked on stormy nights when my dad was
working late. Apart from all their worries and hardships, it has also seen my
struggles and fears in many different ways and having a hard time trying to
overcome it, it has also seen how suffocated I feel in the house just like a person
stuck in ocean and not being able to escape the melancholy and gloomy depths
of the deep ocean. All these sad stories seem stuck in the mirror, like old paint
on a wall.

When I look into it, I feel the weight of all those hard times. It's like wearing a
coat that's way too heavy. The mirror doesn't forget, and it won’t let me forget
either. My eyes look sad when I see them in that old glass, a sadness that feels
like it isn’t really mine, but it's there anyway.

I've tried to find some hope or something happy in the mirror, but it's hard. It
always brings me back to the sad stuff, wrapping me up in the past. It reminds
me of all the struggles that are part of my family. Every time I look in that
mirror, it's like being stuck in a loop of sadness, trapped in a world that's always
a bit too dark and difficult for me to live in.