In a terrifying haste, she snatched my hand away and dragged me out of the closet where the mirror lay. She scolded me sternly, and though I forgot the details of the memory, it marked the first time my mother had scolded me so harshly. From that moment onward I was banned. Despite this, my curiosity drove me to sneak back into the closet where the mirror had once glowed. 

As I reached the closet door, I became hesitant but opened it. To my shock, the mirror was gone. I never knew where it went or why my mother hurried to hide it from me, or how she got into the room so fast. My interest waned over time, but that memory always lingered on my childhood mind.