When we walked into a restaurant for our grandmother’s birthday, the hostess handed her the wine list. "And for the young lady?" the hostess asked Claire, ignoring me entirely. Claire, with a perfectly straight face, ordered a water. I sat there fuming, invisible, and four inches shorter.
On the fourth night, Mira found a note on her pillow. It was written on a torn piece of notebook paper in Lena’s loopy, still-messy handwriting. tall younger sister story
To avoid making older siblings feel uncomfortable, tall younger sisters often adopt poor posture, slouching to artificially match eye levels. When we walked into a restaurant for our
Lena’s shoulder was higher than hers now. It was bony and warm. ignoring me entirely. Claire