[ This, somehow, is a deeply comforting thought. Nothing is perfect. She isn't perfect, the world isn't perfect. More good than bad is okay. ]

I guess so.

[ She tries saying it out loud, on a dare, on a gamble: ]

I was adopted when I was really young. My brother kind of saved me. Here, for the first time, I thought that maybe I didn't owe everything to him, and I could say that I survived partly just because of me.