My older sister’s favorite lament is that we inherited the worst traits from each of our parents. While she tends to be a bit dramatic in most regards, here is an assertion on which I whole-heartedly agree with her. Don’t get me wrong, both my mother and father possess plenty of advantages attributes; however, Genetics, bitch that she is, bestowed upon me only those most defective of idiosyncrasies. As the physical characteristics are most noticeable, I shall begin there. I have my father’s eyes: deep-set sockets housing round, frog-like, popping out eyeballs; framed by dark circles and heavy eyelids and oh so many wrinkles. My mother kept her large, fully-lashed, almond eyes for my pretty sisters. In addition to his eyes, I also inherited my father’s body-type: a chicken’s legs and a football player’s back. I wouldn’t call my father a handsome man (sorry Freud) but he does have really nice skin. I look much more like my father than my mother, however, when it comes to skin cells, mine are molded from my mother’s large pores and oily, break-out prone epidermis. Personality inheritance pattern takes a little longer to realize, but it follows the set paradigm. I get my neurotic anxiety from my mother. She herself is quite calm and friendly; her father however, is “easily perturbed” and “doesn’t like crowds.” I’ve also inherited her passive, submissive nature and reserve. My father kindly passed on his financial ineptitude (spend it before you lose it), and terrible sense of direction (I get lost in my hometown while using a navigation system). Thus, being a long-time admirer of Darwin
