She felt such a relief leaving the house behind. They'd been so clear about how nice they were, all of them. Doing charity work, pitying the less fortunate; helping their friends, 'because poor things, they really needed it. They assured her they were more than a family, they were the family everybody could wished for. They had jobs and got together for dinner on weekends, they were so fit and white and not poor. 'Stability and tradition'.
She turned to take a picture as she left. Maybe her parents were not that old, maybe her friends were not so careless, maybe she was not over ambitious, maybe she was good enough. Her life was good enough.
It's all about perspective.
