To me, the ending is rather miserable. The peasant girl had beautiful dreams, of being free and loved. But in the end, none of them are true, her life falls apart and finally destroyed her. She was so in love with Daniel, "Desiree cried, I am Daniel and Daniel is Desiree.", while Madame Mathilde had already told her the truth, "What peasant girl can boast of such luck that the patron keeps her when he no longer has need for her?". Desiree was paralyzed, blinded by her untrustworthy love. Daniel has been always the angel to her, "Were it not for his limp, he'd be the most perfect of men." But he indeed betrayed her, and even hurts her, "It is this life that brings me joy. It is this life that I have pledge to Andrea Galimar." Desiree, at that moment thought he belonged to her but he said the life that desiree saved is bonded to Andrea Galimar, which indirectly excluded the peasant girl out. He sees her as a life saver but not a lover. It's really miserable to finally see the truth when one believes in her own story for too long. This part is even more tragic than the moment when she died. All of her beliefs, hearts were trampled on the floor, by this ignorant, selfish young man.
The story illustrates an idea of how one should not forget her identity and really self-recognize better. Ever since Desiree crossed through that gate, she never belonged there. That's not who she is, she is just a peasant, who's from thousands miles away. "In the room she stood looking at her own reflection in the mirror. And not understanding the reason for fear." It's not surprising that she has fear, she not a part of the aristocrats, she sees herself in the mirror and still find a peasant girl. Madame Mathilde had told her the truth for hundreds of times, she never listens, never believes. "Stupid girl. The dirt at the bottom of our feet belongs to us alone. Yet water washes it away." And we, the story witnesses should realized, don't overextending our dreams if they make us think of ourselves as someone else. Always seek for truth and be who we are.
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