“ Your family likes you. You are bright and quiet, respectful to elders- though you are not without spine. You are largely good. You look out for your little sister. You are her ally. You were six when she was zero and you had the mumps when they brought her home in a very soft yellow blanket; you kissed her feet out of concern that she not catch your mumps. Your parents say that this augured well. That it set the tone. They now feel that they were right. In all things they are proud of you, satisfied, and they have retreated to the warm distance from which pride and satisfaction travel. You get along well.
Forever Overhead, by David Foster Wallace (via magnakarma)
