Yesterday was my brother's first day at senior school. Dad and I were nervous for him, as he isn't very good with change. Daniel comes home, bright as a button, wondering what all my commotion was about!
I used to really get exasperated at the comments, "oh haven't you grown!" ( I still find this ironic) " I remember when you were that tall" and having grown ups worry for no apparent reason. Why did they wanna know what happened at school? Why did they care if we wore our uniform out to play?
I now perfectly understand. Being a sister makes me say and do all these things myself. Yes, I need to make sure I don't bore my brother to death, but also I now have a better understanding of why. The people asking these questions care, and are proud to know us.
So next time, when someone mentions that they remember when you were that tall, take it as a compliment. They are very proud of you.
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