My reflection stared back in the mirror
Dewy skin, bright eyes, flaxen hair. I was sixteen again.
Deep down, I knew I was the same old Agnes. But I felt something stir in my heart that had long since been forgotten–a sense of possibility.
Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming attachment to my phone. For reasons I can’t describe, I snapped a picture of myself. I was later told by Agatha that this is called “taking a selfie.”
“Well?” I asked Agatha, as a bit of a smirk played on my lips. “How do I look?”
Agatha stared me up and down, with a glint in her eye. “I hope you don’t think you’re fooling anyone in that outfit.”
I glanced down. I still had on Agatha’s signature frock. I giggled at my misstep.
I hadn’t giggled in over 40 years.
“Oh, yes. Of course,” I said as I tried on an outfit that a younger version of me would adore.
Agatha shook her head. “You’re thinking like Agnes. You should be thinking like Aggie.”
She was right. I had to merge the Agnes of yesterday with the Aggie of today. I instinctively knew who I should be.
“Now that’s more like it,” Agatha exclaimed with relief.
The sun was setting and I knew I couldn’t delay leaving much longer, but believe it or not, I actually had some friends to say goodbye to first.
The world never got to see this side of me.
But that’s ok. It doesn’t make my love any less real.
But goodbyes are never easy. Especially goodbyes to her.
“I hope you find what you’re looking for Agnes.” Agatha whispered through what I’m sure were tears.
A new life and a new apartment awaited me in Evergreen Harbor. I was leaving behind everything I had ever know, but for what? Revenge? Redemption? Something else? I was about to find out.
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