Life: the mirror effect

Lost reflexion

She found herself standing in front of the mirror unable to remember the steps that had taken her there. On her gentle face I could read her depression and on her cheeks, deep line dug in by tears travelling too often.

Behind her I could see how winter had taken over the land and the pine trees betrayed the weight of the wet snow.Winter had slowly converted the scenery to its cold just as insanity seemed to be converting my friend's spirit. The atmosphere within the walls was just as cold and boring as the climate outside.

Suddenly she turned, wiped her nose and tears, turned her eyes to me and asked "WHY?"

A question so heavily loaded with consequences. Besides I could only slightly perceive what she wanted for an answer. What could I possibly tell this person who's on the verge of losing everything she has and is? What hope could I give this mother who could no longer understand her maternity?