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I have this mirror framed in a blue colored plastic. It was bought by my mom, but I claimed it to be mine. I used to hang it on the wall beside me. I look at it everyday. My face, my image reflected on it. I fancy looking at myself. When it first came here it was in a good condition. The back was colored gray, some sort of cement, probably the thing used as the 'blocker' so that the mirror is a mirror, not a glass, in which you can see through. Some of this gray part as time went by, faded. It was sort of erased through time. You could slowly see through. Some part of it turning into just glass. The mirror unveiling the real thing behind it. The image usually reflected is now blemished by th

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