There was once a girl. A beautiful girl. The proportions of her body and face were next to perfect. Her smile could leave anyone dazed and anyone who really looked into her face wanted to examine every line and shadow on it. Every single strand of her hair played with the wind, giving the viewer reflections of the colour. But the girl didn't know she was beautiful.
When the girl was just a small child, she used to play in the sandbox that was in the playground. A teenage boy was often coming to the playground and read a book, while sitting on the swings. The girl never knew what the boy was reading, but she noticed that the boy rarely looked happy, apart from the few seconds when he was laughing at something he had read, but even then it seemed more as if the boys laugh hurt him, rather than making him feel good.
One day, when the boy left the playground, he had dropped a small piece of paper by accident. The girl noticed it long after the boy had already left, and she picked it up, in hopes of giving it back to the boy, so, maybe he wouldn't be so said. On the paper, there was something written by hand, and the girl read it.
- ''Are you an angel?''
- ''Why do you ask?''
- ''Because you are fucking ugly.''
When the girl came home, her mommy said to her: ''How are you, my little angel?'' The girl looked confused and as if she was about to cry. ''Mommy,'' the girl asked almost crying, ''am I an angel?'' Mommy, thinking that her girl is the best girl in the world, said: ''Of course you are, sweetheart.'' Mommy smiled. The girl never looked into a mirror again. She hated them. She never took any pictures of herself. The girl was an angel.
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