We stood back-to-back for a family photo. My father chuckled nervously. My mother’s eyes went wide. I turned my head slightly and saw that my line of sight was now above Mark’s messy hair. I was 5'5". He was 5'4.5".
At first, Mark resented it. "You're cheating," he'd say. "Girls grow first. It doesn't count."
Before I could shrink (pun intended), my 4'11" grandmother—wizened, fierce, and immovable—chimed in.
We stood back-to-back for a family photo. My father chuckled nervously. My mother’s eyes went wide. I turned my head slightly and saw that my line of sight was now above Mark’s messy hair. I was 5'5". He was 5'4.5".
At first, Mark resented it. "You're cheating," he'd say. "Girls grow first. It doesn't count."
Before I could shrink (pun intended), my 4'11" grandmother—wizened, fierce, and immovable—chimed in.