Tall Younger Sister Story Full [repack]

I was not always the tall one. For the first eleven years of my life, I was the "cute little sister." My brother, Mark, two years older, was my protector, my ladder to the top shelf, and the benchmark for everything. He was 5'4" when he turned thirteen. I was 4'11" at eleven. Life was in order.

That conversation didn’t magically erase the awkwardness. For a while, we still had moments. A waiter at a restaurant gave her the wine list (she was 15). A photographer at a wedding tried to arrange us by height, and I had to say, "No, she’s the younger one." tall younger sister story full

“I don’t know how to be the little sister,” Mira admitted, voice cracking. I was not always the tall one