When I was a child, my image of a happy family was a very beautiful clear shiny mirror that decorated my whole life. Everything and everyone was perfect, everyone was a super hero...But as I grew up, the mirror began to crack, slowly...
When I became teenager, I struggled hard to keep the mirror intact and in place. It was my everything and I couldn’t bear any imperfection in it. Seeing my reflection in pieces and all cracked up in the mirror was horrifying.
When I was finally out of the teenage era, I was mature, my palms were bleeding with cuts from collecting the pieces of the shattered mirror.
That image of a perfect happy family, the mindset with which I grew up was completely different than the reality. Just like, a love story in the novel is far from real, so is the happy family image.