This story hit me way harder than I expected for something I read in about twenty minutes. It’s short....very short, and that’s honestly the only reason it isn’t a full five stars. I didn’t get as much time as I wanted to fully live inside the characters. But despite that, the emotional impact is strong.
The moment where she loses her son is devastating. It’s written so simply, but that’s what makes it hurt. There’s no over-dramatizing, no big spectacle, just loss. Real, quiet loss. I actually felt sad reading it, the kind of sad that settles in your chest and doesn’t leave right away. That alone says a lot about Hannah’s writing
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What really stayed with me, though, was the ending. The realization that the woman in the glass case is her mother turns the entire story inward. Suddenly, everything becomes about regret, misunderstanding, and distance between generations. The narrator lives a “simple” life that works for her, but you realize it’s also a reaction. A choice shaped by fear, grief, and what she saw happen to her mother. That contrast between mother and daughter is subtle but powerful.
The themes are heavy for such a short piece: grief, doubt, the cost of ambition, and the quiet ache of not truly knowing your parents until it’s too late. The fact that she never really got to see her mother live past forty adds another layer of sadness, like her understanding of her mom was frozen in time, just like the display.
Even though it was quick, I felt connected the entire way through. It’s my first time reading something by Kristin Hannah, but it definitely won’t be my last. This story stuck with me, not because of plot twists or drama, but because of how real it felt. It’s bittersweet, reflective, and quietly devastating in the best way.