She is, in many
ways, a giant. I’ve looked up at her my whole life.
We would walk hand
in hand on the street, and our neighbors would stare at us. They, too, look up
at her. She would walk back straight, eyes looking forward, with a strut models
would kill for.
My dad looked up
too, though I believe he had no choice. When they fight, he had to look up to
her face in rage, and he knew who has the upper hand. We both know who’s the
boss.
Even now that we
are almost on the same eye level, I still look up at her.
Some things never
change.
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