I do see the beauty in the rules, the invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.
Sometimes family is more than just the people under your roof. They’re people who jump in, head first, who aren’t afraid to make fools of themselves to help you, who don’t hide their faces in shame if you fall down.
People hide things from one another. They lie, they joke, they tell you what they think you want to hear.
The best place to hide something from someone is the first place they look. If it’s obvious, no one looks close.
You fool yourself into thinking that by keeping things hidden, it makes it easier for you to get by.
The best place to hide something is in plain sight. Things that are hidden out in the open are the most difficult to see.