Billy sits on the edge of his bed, knees pulled to his chest, staring at the magical mirror. His brow is furrowed in worry, feeling unsure after a tough day at school. The silence in the room feels heavy, and the mirror seems to beckon him closer.
"I wish I knew what I was good at," he whispers, almost afraid someone might hear.
Suddenly, the room feels warmer. Billy watches as images begin to unfold in the mirror—moments from his life where he was brave, kind, and clever. The soft light dances around him, making him feel as if he’s being hugged by hope itself.
"Is that really me?" he asks, voice trembling with wonder.
Billy’s eyes widen as he remembers these moments. He recognizes his own laughter, his hands reaching out to help, and his smile lighting up faces. The mirror’s magic feels real, and the room glows with the memories of his strengths.
"I didn’t think I was special," he admits softly, watching the scenes play out.
Billy feels a gentle warmth in his chest. The words seem to echo in the room, wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. He starts to believe them, letting his doubts melt away.
"Maybe I can try again tomorrow," he says, a small smile forming on his lips.
Billy closes his eyes, holding onto the feeling of confidence and comfort the mirror gave him. He dreams of new adventures, knowing now that his strengths will help him through whatever comes next.
"Thank you, Mirror," he whispers, drifting into a restful sleep.
Billy wakes up feeling ready for the day. He glances at the mirror, remembering its magic, and steps out of bed with a newfound sense of strength. As he heads off to school, he carries the mirror’s message in his heart, prepared to face any challenge.
