Tall Younger Sister Story Now

"You know," Maya said, handing Lily the old bulb, "being the 'little' sister is a lot of work when you're this high up."

And the photos. Family photos became a torture device. The photographer would say, "Can the taller one stand in the back?" And Lily would look at me, smirk, and saunter to the back row. I, the firstborn, the elder, the one who taught her how to tie her shoes, was relegated to the front row, crouching slightly so I didn't block the view of the real adults. tall younger sister story