Tall Younger Sister Story Today

“Probably.”

She walked down the hall to Lena’s room. The door was ajar. Lena was sitting on the bed, knees pulled to her chest, which was now a very long way up. Mira didn’t say a word. She just climbed onto the bed, sat down, and leaned her head against Lena’s shoulder. tall younger sister story

Mira looked at her sister’s face, then at her own reflection in the mirror over Lena’s shoulder. She was still Mira. Still the eldest. Still fierce. Just a little closer to the ground. “Probably

Lena let out a wet laugh. “I remember. You smelled like strawberry shampoo.” Mira didn’t say a word

Lena’s shoulder was higher than hers now. It was bony and warm.

For eighteen years, Mira Sato defined herself by two things: being the eldest, and being the tallest. At 5’9” in her sophomore year of high school, she had lorded over the hallways, her long legs eating up the linoleum while her younger sister, Lena, trotted three inches behind. Mira was the protector, the first driver’s license, the one who reached the top shelf at the grocery store without a tiptoe. It was an unspoken order of the universe.

Lena grinned. “You want to borrow my platform boots for the party next week?”