Theo stands alone in the dimly lit room, gazing into the Mirror of Erised, when the reflection greets him that is both a balm and a knife to his soul. There, he sees a scene from his past—himself as a young boy, laughing and playing with his mother in a sun-dappled garden. Her smile is warm and genuine, her laughter like music that he has long since forgotten.

Tears well up in Theo's eyes as he watches the younger version of himself chase butterflies, his mother’s encouraging words filling the air. She kneels down, pulling him into a tight embrace, her love for him so believable even through the magical reflection. The sight of her brings an ache to his chest.

Theo's hands tremble as he reaches out to the mirror, his fingertips brushing the cold glass as if he could somehow cross the boundary between reality and reflection. He whispers, "Mamma...," his voice cracking with emotion. The image remains, unwavering, a silent testament to his deepest desire.

As the minutes tick by, the room is silent, except for the soft sounds of his quiet sobs. After a few more moments, with great effort, Theo steps back from the mirror, wiping his tears away.