In the aftermath of the mother's death, a family finds itself dealing with its own and collective mourning, exposing weaknesses and conflicts, secrets, and feelings of guilt. With a perfect unity of time, place, and action, the narrator is the mother who can do nothing but "look at them all from above". A chorus of a single voice, tragic and cynical at the same time.It is a short story about life, death, family relationships but also everyday banality.