The mirror

'She is an unstable child. We can't keep her.'
The social worker panicked.
'She has been with you for so long, please reconsider.''
The man and the woman exchanged a sly look. Of course, they wanted more money.
The child looked at them. How she hated them all. She was not unstable. Just unhappy and unloved.
She concentrated on the mirror above the mantelpiece. Maybe she could make it fall. She focused on the mirror all afternoon
The next morning, she was woken by the woman's shrill shrieks. The heavily gilded mirror was lying on the floor, in thousand pieces.