As I look to my left, I can see this brown eyed girl full of pain. I watch as tears run down her face. Drip, drip, drop. The tears fall down like rain out of the summer sky. I'm sitting here starting to feel sorry for this brown eyed girl. She seems very pretty with her long ,curly, dark brown hair. She seems to be sad over something someone said to her. It appears that she is looking at a picture. A picture of four little boys piled on top of their big sister. Right by that picture is a note from her mother that says “ you have betrayed us and our trust, I raised you better than this”. The brown eyed girl stares at the letter as if it is going to disappear. As I move closer to comfort that young girl I realized she is coming closer to me. When she comes close enough for me to look in her eyes, she looks down to the ground just like she has no confidence at all. As I reach out to touch her, all I can feel is glass. Then I see the girl trying to touch me too. When I start to speak the words “ I'm here”. The girl seems to know exactly what I’m going to say, for she just copied what I said. I soon become close to this girl so much that I can feel her pain. When I go to give her a hug I soon come to reality and realize that I'm looking in a mirror.