Each month we will be featuring a guest writer and this month's contribution is a writing team which created "The Mirror" over the internet by corresponding back and forth. We felt that you would enjoy the story even if the creators wanted to remain unknown so the name is fictitious. You can contact them by sending email to Scottish Radiance and we will pass it on.

It was mirror. For the first time she could see her face.

She looked like her Mum.

Da said Mum had gone to heaven when she was born so the little girl had never really seen her Mother.

But sometimes when the little girl was sleeping she and Mum walked in the Rose Garden.

The face staring at the little girl was beautiful.

But it was a grown up face.

The mirror must be magic.

Was this the way the girl would look when she grew up?

Or could it be .....? Looking around to make sure she was alone the little girl whispered, "Mum, is that you?" "Yes, my pet."

"But Mum, you are suppose to be in heaven." The girl replied. "I am but I am also with you." The Mother answered.

"How can that be?"

"There is a special rule in Heaven. Right after you were born and before I came here I looked into your eyes and placed my love in your heart."

"If those in charge of heaven think that my love is strong and worthy they will let me watch over you." "Does that mean you will be with me always? I can see and touch you." The little girl asked.

"It means I will watch you grow, smile when you learn something new and clap when you do something special. Even if you do not see me you will know and feel my presence always." The mother replied.

"But, I want to see you. I need you to hug me and teach me how to grow the roses." The girl whimpered as tears cascaded down her cheeks.

"Others will do the things I can't. I will see it and my heart will smile because that is what I want for you. And you will know."

"Please don't go away." The little girl begged.

"Never. We were soul mates from the moment I looked in your eyes. We will be together forever."

Slowly the reflection in the mirror began to fade. A young girl's face replaced that of the beautiful woman.

"Mum, come back" The little girl screamed.

There was no answer except the touch of a gentle breeze which wiped away the little girl's tears and filled the air the smell of roses.

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