The Secret Comments

I have a secret that I must not tell. My mom has the same secret. It is our little secret that we must not tell. We must not tell. We must not tell. We…must…not…tell. We must not…I repeat over and over rocking back and forth, back and forth in front of the full length mirror that’s hiding a secret no one knows about except my mom and me, my brown, beautiful hair rocking back and forth in time with my constant rocking.

Everyone thinks that the mirror is just a mirror and nothing else, but that’s not entirely true. There’s a room behind the mirror. The room itself is not the secret that we must not tell, but what is inside the room is where we keep the secret. My mom and I installed the room when my other sister and my one and only brother and their dad were on vacation. We were supposed to go to the Cayman Islands on a Caribbean cruise for the Christmas holidays, but I was feigning a high fever that I gave me by slipping the thermometer accidentally into my hot chocolate when it was just mom and me in the room. Everyone was excited to go to those Islands except my mom and me. We had to stay so that our secret could not leak out accidentally. We must protect this secret at all costs. If we protect this secret, we protect my family. We must protect our family. The rest of the family is innocent.
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