It was raining, the same as it had been on that fateful day on which her mother died. Doris McCoy had always blamed herself for not picking up the broken glasses on which her mother had fallen and bled to death.
That day had started like any other, and she, Doris, was playing house with some old glass cups and a cracked mirrored tray. But the one difference as that when she cleaned the tray, broke the mirror. "Seven years bad luck!" Mrs. McCoy, Doris’ mother exclaimed.
As Doris cleaned up the shards of the mirror, she knocked over the cups on the counter, where she had left them, but she didn’t realize because someone had come to the door and made a lot of noise. Mrs. McCoy answered the door and Doris forgot about the cups and went back to playing house – minus the tray and cups.
"Doris!" her mother screamed, "Help!"
Doris ran to her mother and found her lying in a pool of blood. "I’ll call father, he’ll know what to do," Doris said, "He’ll know what to do."
The McCoys were farmers and lived miles from anywhere and had no phone. Doris ran out and found her father.
"Father, Father!" Doris cried, "Mother’s hurt bad!"
Mr. McCoy ran back to the house. They carried, Doreen, Mrs. McCoy, to the truck and speed the 50 miles to the hospital, but it would be too late, she died right as they entered the hospital since they were too late they couldn’t have saved her even though they wanted to, she was an AB- blood type and they didn’t have any of that.
After they had had the funeral her father’s farm began to fail, which brings us to the present date. Her father had taken out so many loans that the mortgage would be foreclosed. And today was seven years and one day, the banker was coming over. Doris began to pack her things when suddenly she found the mirror, which she believed, had caused all the trouble. She had always had trouble since that mirror had been broken. And today they would be leaving the farm.
Mr. Wellington came but not to take over the farm you see, Mr. Wellington was different from other bankers, he hated foreclosing mortgages and so he always looked for alternatives. And sure enough he had found an alternative, some stocks which Mr. McCoy had taken a loan to get were now very valuable.
Mr. McCoy got the certificates and the debt was paid. And suddenly, to Doris, everything was all right. She went to her room and the mirror was in the tray again and only looked cracked and not broken. She unpacked and looked out the window, and she saw a rainbow and it made her think that she would never have any problems again, that is, unless she breaks another mirror...