If you’re an older sibling who has to look up (literally) to their baby sister, these stories are for you. Welcome to the club of the vertically (and vertically-challenged) humble.
Middle school was the pivot point. Teachers sorted kids by height for photo day; I stood in the front row, face flushed, expecting the usual. Then a hand settled on my shoulder. Lily’s head hovered above mine, ponytail bobbing with surgeon-like precision. She’d grown into my personal sun, and the light made me squint. If you’re an older sibling who has to