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That conversation didn’t magically erase the awkwardness. For a while, we still had moments. A waiter at a restaurant gave her the wine list (she was 15). A photographer at a wedding tried to arrange us by height, and I had to say, "No, she’s the younger one."

For Maya, the height was a burden before it was a blessing. She spent a year slouching, trying to minimize herself to fit back into the role she knew. She didn't want to be the "tall younger sister"; she wanted to be the little sister who got to hide behind my shoulders. Reclaiming the Bond tall younger sister story full

I walked over to her, standing toe-to-toe. I stared straight ahead, my eyes landing squarely on the bridge of her nose. I craned my neck back slightly to meet her gaze. That conversation didn’t magically erase the awkwardness