The Beautiful Reflection.

She combed her hair,

loooking into the mirror.

Bringing her red lipstick

towards her lips,

her hand stopped in mid-air.

She put down the lipstick

and stared at her reflection.

A blush crept up her cheeks as she recalled,

"You look so beautiful Ella,

without any make-up on".

The boy she was crazily in love with, had told her.

She closed her eyes as the tears brimmed,

because she also recalled someone else telling her the same.

Her Dad.

He would always tell her,

that she was a princess;

and a princess doesn't require any make-up.

She looks beautiful just without it.

But she would always

argue with him, back answer him,

thinking that he was being overprotective

and stopping her from enjoying her life.

A tear rolled down

from her left eye.

Sobbing she ran out of her room,

into her parents room.

She looked at her Dad

and hugged him.

She whispered,

"I am sorry.I've hurt you".

Her Dad just hugged

her tightly,

" It's okay my princess, I still love you".

She looked up and

smiled at her Dad.

This time when she looked at herself

in the mirror,

she noticed that

the girl staring back

was so happy; so BEAUTIFUL.