... Maybe, when I was born, the person who was in charge of giving out these so-called reflections had forgotten to give me mine, or maybe one was supposed to buy reflections, and my parents had not bought mine yet. ... At the information counter, I asked the man if he knew which shop sold reflections. ...
"Jason, darling, there is nothing to worry about, your father and I do not have reflections either. ... Then it was so clear, so logical, why Aunt Isabel did not want any light in the house, why my family never ate any dish that was cooked with garlic, why my parents had this paranoia about long, wooden objects, and why we had no reflections.
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