I look into the mirror, and I see them. My mother, and my father. I've never seen them before, but I know it's them. I look behind me, and no one's there. Then I look back at the mirror, and they're still there. But how can that be?
"Mum?" I say to her image. She smiles and nods.
"Dad?" He smiles too, and laughs lightly.
My mother begins to cry softly, and my father puts his arm around her shoulder, trying to comfort her. I gaze longingly at them. My mother's image puts her hand on my mirror image's shoulder. I put my hand on my own shoulder, wishing that she really was touching me. I look at her again. She's still softly crying, giving me a look that said how sorry she was that she couldn't actually be there. My father held my mother tighter. He was giving me the same look. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.
I came back night after night, never thinking about what else was going on around me. I would come and sit there, and just look at them, wishing that I could touch them. I started forgetting the days. And finally, I got angry.
Why couldn't they be here? Or why can't I be with them? Why can't they be really holding me?
I got so angry, I kicked the mirror. It fell back and broke into a million pieces. I looked down in shock. I had destroyed the only way I could really see my parents. I pick up one of the larger shards. Maybe there is a way to see them again.
I wake up. I'm in a house. It's a house that I've seen before, in my dreams.
"Harry?" A voice, and female voice calls my name from the room to my right. I walk in, and there they are, sitting on the couch, in front of a fireplace with white flames in it.
"Mum!?"
She looks at me, and so does my father.
"Dad!"
I run up to them, and they get up and hug me. But something's wrong. It doesn't feel like I thought it would. I look up at their faces, and they vanish.
"Mum?" I say to her image. She smiles and nods.
"Dad?" He smiles too, and laughs lightly.
My mother begins to cry softly, and my father puts his arm around her shoulder, trying to comfort her. I gaze longingly at them. My mother's image puts her hand on my mirror image's shoulder. I put my hand on my own shoulder, wishing that she really was touching me. I look at her again. She's still softly crying, giving me a look that said how sorry she was that she couldn't actually be there. My father held my mother tighter. He was giving me the same look. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.
I came back night after night, never thinking about what else was going on around me. I would come and sit there, and just look at them, wishing that I could touch them. I started forgetting the days. And finally, I got angry.
Why couldn't they be here? Or why can't I be with them? Why can't they be really holding me?
I got so angry, I kicked the mirror. It fell back and broke into a million pieces. I looked down in shock. I had destroyed the only way I could really see my parents. I pick up one of the larger shards. Maybe there is a way to see them again.
I wake up. I'm in a house. It's a house that I've seen before, in my dreams.
"Harry?" A voice, and female voice calls my name from the room to my right. I walk in, and there they are, sitting on the couch, in front of a fireplace with white flames in it.
"Mum!?"
She looks at me, and so does my father.
"Dad!"
I run up to them, and they get up and hug me. But something's wrong. It doesn't feel like I thought it would. I look up at their faces, and they vanish.