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Angry that she could see the dust on top of the fridge that I had been ignoring for years. Angry that she got asked to every school dance while I stood in the corner. Angry that relatives would come to Thanksgiving and say, "Lily! You’ve gotten so tall and beautiful!" then turn to me and say, "And you... haven't changed a bit."

I shook my head.

I was supposed to be proud of her. And I was. But I was also angry. tall younger sister story full

It was never about the inches. It was about learning that a sibling relationship survives and thrives on adaptation. I thought I lost my identity as the "big sister." I didn’t. I just had to redefine what "big" means. Big isn’t height. Big is showing up. Big is forgiveness. Big is realizing that your little sister’s victories—even the genetic ones—are your victories too. Angry that she could see the dust on