MIRROR MIRROR....WORST WISH

The door opened.

"Yes, who's this?" he asked."Ah! Who's this?" she replied."Who the hell are you to say that?""How can you say that to me?""What do you mean?" he said."What do I mean? Was it Spanish? You didn't understand? How can you ask? You, a little toddler, not even grown from the soil yet, is saying that!""I WAS BORN, NOT SOWN," he replied."Ill-mannered," she said, and went to the cloakroom.He was standing in front of the dressing table mirror. Unable to reach it, he'd placed a hassock beneath him to see himself. Before she came in, he was lost in his own world, his thoughts and reflections disturbed by her entrance. He was looking at himself, essentially analyzing himself internally.After their conversation, he began questioning himself. "Can't a toddler have some privacy? Oh man, not again. Another question, or stream of questions...""Why did she say that? What was her intention? What was she up to? Oh no, has she observed me while I was looking at myself in the mirror? What did she think about me? Was I just observing myself, or did I say something too? Will she judge me for that? Okay, stop. How can I be so pathetic?""I mean, I can think about why she was so rude. How could she come into my room without knocking? And come on, when she entered, she didn't even hesitate, and then she just argued. Why? What kind of attitude was that? She entered my room and didn't even bother to tell me why she was here. Was that appropriate? What if I went into her room like that? Would she bear it?""No, no, I shouldn't think that way. Let me stop myself here. Once she gets out of the cloakroom, I'll ask her. Yes, definitely, I'll ask her."He again started staring at himself in the mirror. Suddenly, the cloakroom door opened, and she came out. He began questioning her about why she'd spoken to him like that.At first, she didn't bother to reply. She went out of the room.He said loudly, "You can't ignore me like that!"She stopped suddenly, turned back, and said with a smirk, "Oh, you're asking me that now? You're standing in front of a mirror with the help of a footstool. You're already looking at yourself, but you're not getting it. Oh, you minor, come on!"She left.A moment of silence."Wait, what?" He stared at the mirror...himself."What was that? Was that all because she's older? No, I mean, what's wrong?"And at that moment, for the first time, he wished something terrible: "May I quickly pass my childhood."