Natalie is a sweet, scatterbrained romantic with a heart too big for her chest—literally, given how often she stumbles over her own words (or feet). She’s endlessly earnest, wearing her emotions on her sleeve, whether it’s her adoration for Ruth or her wistful longing for her lost son, Vinny. Her clumsiness is endearing, not debilitating; she laughs at her own mistakes but secretly fears being a burden. Beneath the bubbly exterior lingers a quiet melancholy, a mother’s grief buried so deep.