Going Back to Yesterday

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Touching the enchanted mirror, Contessa’s heart alighted with fond memories of when she was young.

Little had she known of the future path that awaited her. Never would she have imagined the twist her life took. When she was young, Contessa felt like an ordinary girl. Well, maybe not quite so ordinary.

Contessa smiled, thinking back to her childhood as she touched her younger self in the mirror.

“What are you doing? I been waiting for you!” Evangeline stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at her younger sister, Contessa.

Contessa sighed. Her bossy sister could be so impatient sometimes.

Getting up from the ground, she brushed the dirt off her hands onto her old dress, much to her sister’s dismay.

“Will you ever learn to act and dress like the high society women that we are? We have gardeners to dig in the dirt and plant flowers.”

“I relish the feel of planting seeds in the cool dirt. Dreaming about how picturesque the garden will be when they all begin to bloom.”

Evangeline shook her head. “I don’t understand why you don’t at least use gloves. There are worms and slugs, and ooh, too unpleasant to think about.”

Contessa laughed at the shiver that visibly went through her sister’s body.

“I will hurry and get ready if you will distract mom for me.”

Evangeline agreed, and Contessa hurried down the path to the back of their house. Entered through the servants’ quarters so that she could slip upstairs, undetected by her mom.

Contessa’s mom had a hard time understanding her. More times than not, Contessa was responsible for her mom having a sudden onset of a migraine.

Years passed, and while Contessa did give in to going to balls and fancy teas, she enjoyed the simple life more.

Another thing that she discovered was that she enjoyed helping others more and more as she grew older.

She had always been good at recognizing if someone was sad, even when they tried to hide it. Thinking of ways to cheer them up was fun for her.

Often, she wished for a magic wand to have and make wishes come true. But left to her own devices, she found other ways to bring smiles.

Then, one day in the fall, she was pulling up some of her prize pumpkins. She was surprised to find a wand lying next to one of her pumpkins, buried in the soil.

She pulled it out and brushed it off. What was a wand doing in her garden? Could it actually be magical, like she had once wished for?

Contessa breathed in the aroma of her flowers as she opened her eyes. Looked at the mirror and saw her reflection. Capturing every wrinkle. Enchanted mirrors should not show wrinkles and gray hair.

It had been a delight spending time in her greenhouse and taking a trip down memory lane, with her younger self.

Now, it was time to go back to the house and get her magic wand. No other job could be as wonderful as what hers has been for years. Oh, the stories she could tell. The Adventures of A Fairy Godmother!

Hmmm, maybe someday she would take the time to write it, but right now there was a young girl who needed to go to a ball!