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For years, the hierarchy was simple: I was the older one, so I was the taller one. That was just the law of the house. I could reach the high shelves, and she looked up to me—literally. But then came the summer she turned 13, and the "Little Sister" label started to feel like a bit of a stretch.

"Need a hand, sis?"

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

Lena’s long arm came around her, slow and careful, like handling something precious. For years, the hierarchy was simple: I was

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