Everything I Never told you_ second reflection: Family or Dreams?

 

Lydia’s dead body has been discovered. A frangible family relationship, as if Pandora's box unspecified evils were released into Lees household.⛈

Summary

In Lydia's closed-casket funeral, its atmosphere could leave out one-word "STRANG." In Lydia's honor, the school has closed for the day. Humans' last glimpse of Lydia has already passed. Some neighbors circle the Lees, squeezing their arms and murmuring condolences. It is very uncommon for Lees; hence Lydia's parents never reach out or entertain; they have no diver parties. Like Lydia, no REAL friends. Participants, who attend the funeral, are all strangers to Lees, including neighbors, professors, and school classmates. Home and school, where teenagers' places of activity, are the place that builds an association and relationship before stepping into the crucial society. However, Lee's family didn't communicate with others, even their own family members. It is more exaggerated about her father that he encounters the other woman, Louisa, a lecture assistant, after Lydia's autopsy. Yet, piece by piece, causing tears by tears among the Lees.

Before Lydia's death, Marilyn, Lydia's mother, was once determined to "leave" Lee's family. She portrays a female nowadays, trolling for her own ambitions, rather than consuming lots of periods in the kitchen as her mother. "It behooves a good wife to know how to make, and egg behaves in six basic ways," a quote divulges the social standard and unbroken destiny throughout this 21 century. In chapter four, it shows the separation of a family's power. A husband should take charge of external matters while his wife should take care of domestic matters. Lots of anxiety added to being a "wife," which couldn't be yourself. After all, the story pauses in the wife's leave without saying goodbye.

Image 2: Marilyn, Lydia's mother

Reflection

        A funeral is a solemn oath and directly presents a diverse traditional cultural spirit. As for the west, they dress black, and the east dress white. Nevertheless, both flanks demonstrate the mixture of sadness with humans' relationships. The heart split again and again during the funeral, closely with your side. During my grandfather's funeral, melancholy is one crucial temper that I couldn't forbear as the story of Lydia's family. Unexpectedly, the "strangers" attending Lydia's funeral are as identical as my circumstance. I couldn't recognize other relatives' faces; it's so vague and unfamiliar. Who are these people? A query throughout my mind.

All in all, constructing a relationship between individuals requires a connection. This is why we celebrate New Year to connect the lovely family, friendship, partners, and so on. If the heart of the key is gone, then the gate will lock limitless.

    Despite close relationships, the stereotype of being "missis" is the most inspirational, climaxed with different generation mothers singing about life together. Lydia's grandmother is the sacrificial offering under the gender stereotype. Grandmother had planned on a golden, vanilla-scented life but ended up alone with pencil marks. Betty Crocker's cookbook, Lydia's mother only preserved, is the recipe of food and the grandmother's reflection— housewife. In grandmother's cottage merely was any trace of girls, who only consumed her period in the kitchen. "Was she sad?" Lydia once said to her mother after realizing grandmother passed away. Undouble, she was sad.

Image 3: Thelma & Louise

About her tedious routine life. About everything. She was a chemistry degree human with a goal. As a female, bitterness is a distortion; the recipe does not reflect what is in our souls. I wouldn't dare leave my family members if I were Lydia's mother. It is challenging to rip off the label of female. Like my mother, she once grumbled to me about lives monotonous. She told me she desires to accept a part-time job rather than cooking family meals. In the west or east, a woman often becomes "chief" in their family, managing the housework. "I will never end up like that," Lydia's mother drove on into the night, homeward, her hair weeping tiny slow streams down her back. The scene reminds me of "Thelma & Louise," a 1991 American female companion highway crime film. The two female characters speedily drive into the Grand Crayoned at the end of the flick. I could sense the freezing air trace Marilyn's (Lydia's mother) frostbite face, eyes started flooding, but her heart was stale of endeavor. "Road car" seems to signify freedom and refreshed adventure. This intelligent woman shatters out of the anklet.

I look forward to what she selects for her life purpose or family.