Vainglorious

I stood there looking at the reflection of my face in the teacup. My eyes were flashing with unspoken words and vanity. My hair, which was maliciously splayed to perfection almost inhuman. I didn't feel it then but my heart was slowly beginning corruption. My eyes the shade of spring beginning to look as if harsh winter approaching, only to strip the buds of their life. Eyes which should show the pathway to the soul had started to become brown as dead leaves. I grunted slightly when I felt my teeth feel more dry than before. I opened my mouth only to met with blackened lips and canines. The cup became loose from my grip as I shrieked in horror. My face and beauty! I shook uncontrollably. The ceramic cup spilled and broke to many pieces. When a shard cut my ankle, I became unrecognizable. I sat on the floor near the shards and started screaming uncontrollably. One moment I was a man and the next a pesky freak frog.

"Is everything okay?"

"Reeeeet aaaaaaa reet!"

"Oh what have we here?," the teen poked me with a stick.

"Stop bothering me!REEEEET!," I fumed.

"Finally I have someone I can bring for show-and-tell," the boy grinned happily.

After a day of endless handling, humility kicked in and I realized my mistakes for being vainglorious. I repented and while sleeping my soul became remended. I started to made slow improvements to be a better father.