Miss Brill created a world of her own to prevent reality. This weekly routine plagued her mind with thoughts that only hurt herself more and more. The children who sit next to her finally wake her up by their harsh criticism towards her. ”But why? Because of that stupid old thing at the end there?” asked the boy. “Why does she come here at all–who wants her? Why doesn’t she keep her silly old mug at home?” Their opinion on her are so critical that it makes her leave the public gardens only to mourn in her poor room. Miss Brill was so confused and stuck in her own thoughts that even she didn’t notice she was crying.