Once upon a time, in a not-so-magical land, lived a whimsical little seven-year-old girl. One fine day, she scoured her mother's closet, and found a velvety, pink jewel-case. Her little eyes shining, she entrusted it, with the very first dazzling white pearl of many that'd be tucked into this pretty box, embellished with ribbons and lace. On that day was born, a big dream owned by a pair of tiny, naive eyes. Her fingers would carefully pick the best of pearls, who made their way to this 'chest'. As the rattle of the pearls grew louder, her eyes outshone the brightest of fireflies. With the pearls, lay her dream in the case, which she hugged tight to her breast. At seventeen, as raindrops kissed the roof, she sat with her teacup by the window sill, reminiscing the day she'd dropped the case, and pearls were strewn over the floor. Pricked by splinters of her shattered hopes, she'd felt time come to a standstill -- She now clutched the...
Mirroring my reflections.