My name is no internet connection

I just remembered a story one my teachers once shared about his cousin. This woman, who in reality lived alone in a remote area, had always seemed to lead a vibrant life, sharing tales of her children and family over the phone. However, one day she suddenly passed away. When my teacher visited her home, he made a shocking discovery: piles of notebooks filled with meticulous records of the false stories she had told to others. It became clear that beneath her cheerful facade lay a deep sadness and isolation.