"I look like a beanpole," Lily whispered, her voice cracking. "I'm taller than my date. I'm taller than you. I look ridiculous."
I’ve learned that being the "big" sister has nothing to do with inches and everything to do with the space you hold in someone’s heart. She may look down at the top of my head, but she still looks up to me for advice. And honestly? Having a sister who can see over the crowds at a concert and pull you through the gaps is a pretty great perk. tall younger sister story full
"Morning, little brother," she said, emphasizing the irony. "I look like a beanpole," Lily whispered, her voice cracking
We share an apartment (she gets the top bunk of the bunk bed—finally, a place where height is a disadvantage). We still argue about who gets the last slice of pizza. She still teases me for asking her to reach the good tequila on the top shelf. I still tease her for bumping her head on doorframes. I look ridiculous