Natalie didn't want to pick up the phone, but inner voice said “pick up the phone". She answered, a woman with soft friendly voice asked little surprised “Can I talk to your grandmother?” Natalie said that her grandmother wasn't home. The woman thanked her and disconnected. Natalie was still holding the phone and looked at the mirror near the phone. For a second she looked at herself, looking different, beautiful. She thought she was like everyone, here she thought of herself, pretty, different, with own thoughts.
