I see the reflections of me in everything I do.
If I cry, the pages of my book become smudged.
If I get angry, I break things,  
whether it be promises, hearts, or actual things.  
If I´m happy, I see my mother smile more,    
She´s so beautiful when she smiles, but I always see her beauty,    
but who couldn´t when it´s so apparent.      
If I laugh,      
my brother laughs at my laugh.      
If I say I love you,        
I see their smiles and I´m happy to know it´s because of me.        
I see the reflections of things I do,          
But we all have to learn to see the          
reflections of things we don´t do.            
The reflections are part of us and part of what we do.
And I think that is so beautiful.