The reading “The Story of an Hour,” by Kate Chopin, surprised me when Mrs. Mallard excused herself to her room to be alone; I understood she was grieving and, yes, she would need her space, but it made me question at her age, she would want to be around family and friends, but not knowing she secretly was celebrating in silent. Her weeping intrigued me, but she had joy deep down inside her soul. Thinking when two people become one, it’s because of their love and affection for each other. This shows us that in society, not even the person we commit our lives can put our trust in them. The death of Mrs. Mallard was puzzling after she saw her “dead” husband, her renewed life she was happily celebrating in silents, ended up being a dream that she would never wake up from. My Jamaican Patois says, “Donkey seh worl nuh level,” be careful of what you wish for.
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Ann-Marie, thank you for the Jamaican saying! And yes, you’ve hit on one of the great ironies in “The Story of an Hour.” As long as her husband is dead, Mrs. Mallard is alive. And when she realizes, she is alive, she dies.