When we reached the car, she set me down gently. “You weigh less than my climbing pack,” she said.
The most humbling moment came during a family hike in the Rockies. I twisted my ankle on a loose rock about two miles from the trailhead. I could walk, but slowly, painfully. My dad was ahead with the dog. My mom had a bad knee. Lily looked at me, sighed like I was a burden, and said, “Get on.” When we reached the car, she set me down gently
That’s the full story. The one about the smaller, weaker older brother and the Amazonian little sister. It isn’t a tragedy. It isn’t a comedy. It’s a story about unlearning everything the world tells you about who should be strong and who should be protected. I twisted my ankle on a loose rock
They didn’t.