I shook my head.
But something had shifted. I stopped wearing the platform shoes. I stopped hiding the step stool. I even started asking her to reach things for me, and she did it without sarcasm (most of the time). tall younger sister story full
"These jeans are too short for her," Mom said, tossing a pair of designer jeans on my bed. "They should fit you perfectly." I shook my head
We both laughed until we cried. 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." I stopped hiding the step stool
"He's looking at my sister," I whispered to my best friend.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked. "For being tall?"
Lily noticed. One night, she knocked on my bedroom door. She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and looked, for the first time in a year, like the little girl I used to know.