In those moments, the height difference disappears. I’m the big brother again. I tell her that her height is her power, that she walks with a grace most people have to practice for years, and that being "different" is just another word for being "remarkable." The Long and Short of It

“Good Lord, Lena! Did you get stretched on a rack?”

When we were little, Mark carried the luggage. I carried the snacks. When I became the taller sister, the physics of family changed. I became the one asked to reach the Thanksgiving turkey from the top freezer. I was the one who had to sit in the backseat of the sedan because my knees no longer fit behind the driver’s seat.

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A soft knock. The doorframe creaked as Lena ducked to enter.

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There is a specific moment that lives rent-free in the mind of every eldest sister. For me, it happened in a cramped department store elevator. I was seventeen, my sister Lily had just turned fourteen. As the doors slid open to the shoe department, a well-meaning clerk looked at us and said, "Ma'am, your daughter has excellent posture."