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Through the Looking Glass

So my 5-year old niece broke my mirror last weekend. It all began when we got back from church and she asked for scrambled eggs. Now there is nothing more frustrating than trying to scramble eggs while a 5-year old stands beside you asking to help with things that will only prolong the scrambling process. So while I had already told her not to play with my stability ball (which she finds hilarious), frankly anything that kept her out of the way so I could cook was acceptable… for the moment. So there I was, multitasking between cooking these eggs and talking to her mom on the phone when I heard the crash. I immediately ran to my room to see her standing in my doorway with the red stability ball, tears welling up in her eyes, and my beautiful mirror lying on the floor beside her with a crack running straight…

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