The beautiful woman in her thirties smiles as her handsome family holds hands at the dining table:
her husband,
her father,
her daughter,
her son,
her mother,
back to her.
Her mother squeezes her hand: “May we… always be a family,” she says, voice faltering.
The woman nods, tears in her eyes. She takes them in a final time: there’s so much love here, if only it were real.
“Cut,” says the director. “That’s a wrap.”
The crew breaks down the set.
The actress, Celeste, remains seated as her perfect family slips away.
