Delilah looked at her face reflecting in the bathroom mirror. She had just learned on Youtube that the image she saw reflecting back at her was not the same as it appeared to people on the street. The reflection was a mirror image. Exactly opposite of what everyone else saw.
She wished she could see what other saw, how she looked from the vantage point of others. How had she gone so long applying make-up backward to her face, primping and teasing her hair backward, smiling approvingly at a look that was completely opposite of what she had always thought it was?
There’s no wonder why she never turned any heads throughout middle school and during freshman year. But, now things were going to be different. Delilah was certain to see what everyone else was seeing.
It was her older brother, Lucas, standing outside the bathroom door, probably doing the pee dance.
“Go downstairs. Use dad’s.”
“He’s asleep. He’ll go ballistic if …”
The bathroom door flew open. “Fine. Whatever. Just stop talking to me.”
Lucas stared in disbelief. “What have you been doing all this time? I’ve been waiting patiently, gritting my teeth, because I know …”
“You don’t know anything, Luke. Just like always.”
He pushed past her and closed the door, not sure what he said wrong; without time to think, he could figure it out later if she was in a better mood.
Downstairs, Delilah’s mother, who everyone in the world called Clare, greeted her daughter with all smiles. “You’re gorgeous, do you know that?”
“Mom.” She glanced at Ryan, her dad. “Morning, dad.”
“You’re mom’s right, you know?”
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m not wearing makeup.”
“And I think that’s a good thing because makeup should be saved for special occasions.” Clare continued while buttering toast. “It shouldn’t be for everyday use. It’s really not good for your face over years and years of use.”
“Yep. Clogs your pores.”
“Well, that’s not why I’m not wearing it. It’s more complicated than that. I just found out something huge. It changes everything. Last night actually.”
“Like what?” Mom questioned.
“I don‘t know. Well, I don‘t know. I’m not really sure how to tell you. It’s hard to explain.”
“Whatever it is we we’ll understand.”
“Well, I should have realized it before because we were talking about it before school was out. At least last month ago or two at the most. I should have known.”
This brought the attention of both parents.
Continue on Part 2