For a moment, it just works like an ordinary mirror, and I see myself. Except I'm smiling, properly, and you can tell that this version of me has not lost his family out of his own greed and blindness.
My family stands next to me. None of them look angry; none of them blame me. There is nothing to blame me for…
And he comes up behind me, and puts his arm around me, and whispers into my ear, and he's as good and as kind as I once imagined him to be, ignoring the evidence that said otherwise. We grew up, got wise.
It hurts to carry on looking, so I look away, and lie. Just like the mirror, I lie.
"I? I see myself holding a pair of socks."