Me Meeting Me

MIRROR. Was she looking at a mirror? If not, why is she staring at herself now?

But no. It cannot be her. This kid, this child, it was her when she was just a child. How can she ever mistake it when she had lived with that image for years. It was the same image that she had when she first met Sora. 

Dandy lowered herself so she could have an eye to eye to her. The small girl was really her. Even her smile. She missed that smile. 

She reached for the girls face and could almost see herself smiling, too. When did she see herself smile like that? The last time she did was when she was talking at Sora at the mobile phone. The anticipation of him calling and her hearing him talk over the small  device.

And then it was gone.

Dandy sadly smiled at the mempry. Sora. Her Sora. When will she be able to looked up to her own sky?