Short Story: Reflection

She looked at her son, who was sitting as calm as a marble next to the dead body of her husband. His board exams were round the corner and, definitely, a deciding factor for his future. There were people all around the room, crying at their potentially doomed future. But, not a single drop of tear was flowing down her cheeks any more. She had had enough of it. She had been struggling for the last 6 months to hold the quickstand, slipping out of her grip. She walked up to her son stoically and smiled at him: #HappyStartsWithMe.