"We bought a new house," my older sister said a few months ago, in one of our rare phone conversations.
"I’m so happy for you," I said, though I'm sure the octaves and intonation were off. "You deserve it." And she does. My sister has worked tirelessly ever since I can remember. Unlike me, she's always been responsible, never leaving a job before accepting another, and certainly never leaving a job and then, instead of finding new employment, flying to Southeast Asia and staying for three months.