Mira stood in front of the mirror, the evening light softening the edges of her reflection. She touched the glass gently, as if checking whether the girl looking back was really her. After a long week, she finally saw something she hadn’t noticed in a while—strength. She straightened her shoulders, took a deep breath, and smiled at herself. In that small moment, she realized she wasn’t just facing a mirror… she was facing every version of herself that brought her this far.