Story [updated] Full — Tall Younger Sister
Maya looked at me and smirked. "You okay, Leo? Do I need to hold your hand?"
Here is the part of the "tall younger sister story" that doesn’t make it onto Instagram. The jealousy. The ugly, raw, embarrassing jealousy. tall younger sister story full
For Maya, the height was a burden before it was a blessing. She spent a year slouching, trying to minimize herself to fit back into the role she knew. She didn't want to be the "tall younger sister"; she wanted to be the little sister who got to hide behind my shoulders. Reclaiming the Bond Maya looked at me and smirked
We stood up to leave. As we walked toward the exit, the lights of the midway blurring into streaks of neon, I put my arm around her shoulder. It was an awkward angle now; I had to reach up slightly. The jealousy
At sixteen, being five-foot-ten had its perks. I was the designated lightbulb changer, the ceiling duster, and the sole retriever of errant frisbees. My little sister, Mia, was three years my junior. For the longest time, she was just a blur of motion around my knees, looking up at me with a mix of adoration and frustration, waiting for me to reach down and hoist her onto my hip.
The adjustment period was bizarre. I was used to being the protector, the physical shield. When we walked to school, I used to walk on the street side, towering over her. Now, she kept pace with me, her legs—once short and stubby—now long and gangly, taking strides that I had to quicken my step to match.
