Ella examined her reflection carefully, but she looked the same as she always did. Shouldn’t there be some difference? Something in her eyes perhaps? Some sign that she was changing on the inside.
someBut no, the Ella gazing at her from the mirror looked identical to the Ella of last month and the month before that.
She wasn’t, though.
What color is my heart? Ella asked for the second time that morning, and the answer was still the same: sunshiny.
What color is my heart?She stared at her reflection, trying to see some indication of her sunshiny heart, but she looked exactly as she always had. There was no extra bloom in her cheeks, no new warmth in her eyes. The glow in her heart was indiscernible.
Ella knew it was there, though. She could feel it, warm and golden inside her.
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