Djulisa sat by her window, her fingers tracing patterns on the frost-covered glass. Despite the beauty of the morning, she felt a pang of dissatisfaction looking at her reflection. Her brown eyes, usually warm and lively, seemed dull today. "Why can't I see what others see?" she sighed, turning away from the window.
Djulisa climbed the creaky stairs to the attic, searching for a distraction from her thoughts. Her eyes landed on the forgotten mirror, and she approached it with curiosity. As she wiped away the dust, intricate carvings of vines and flowers emerged, framing the glass. "I've never noticed these before," she murmured to herself, entranced by the craftsmanship.
Djulisa watched in awe as the mirror's reflection shifted, revealing not her outward appearance, but a tapestry of her inner beauty—her kindness, resilience, and creativity. The mirror seemed to whisper stories of her past deeds, moments when she had touched others' lives. "Is this really me?" Djulisa wondered, tears glistening in her eyes.
Djulisa sat cross-legged before the mirror, absorbing the revelation. "I've been so focused on the outside," she realized, "that I forgot about the beauty within." With a smile, she resolved to cherish her inner qualities and let them shine through in everything she did.
Djulisa walked through the village with a lightness in her step. Friends and neighbors greeted her warmly, and she returned their smiles with genuine warmth. The change in Djulisa was palpable, her newfound confidence radiating like the sun. "It's amazing how everything looks different when you see with your heart," she thought, embracing the world with open arms.
Djulisa stood by her window once more, gazing at the reflection that now seemed so different. "The mirror was right," she whispered, "True beauty comes from within." As the first stars appeared in the night sky, Djulisa knew that the magic of the mirror was not in its glass, but in the way it had opened her eyes to her own worth.
