Alone I stand, an image of a child stares back at me. He seems so familiar, but I know he couldn't be. His smile so joyful, his eyes so serene. It feels like he and I are one and the same, but there's such a difference inside and between us. The image, so surreal, so keen, begins to fade. Suddenly, I'm left with the reflection of myself and my numb expression. Then I wonder, if I am that child, and that child is me. Where did I lose my happiness, and when did I stop being the child I used to be?