Post by wodneyrongerfield on Apr 23, 2015 17:27:22 GMT
Hey guys. Below is a story I found on the web a couple of months ago, which seems shareworthy. So ... uhm, enjoy.
When I was eleven I went to boarding school, leaving my three year old stepsister, Molly, at home. I had always been short for my age, and she had been rather tall but she was 3 so it didn't matter. We had different moms so it made sense. My mom, who died when I was an infant, was only 5 feet, and Molly's mom, my stepmom, is 6 feet tall, and her whole family's tall. At fourteen, I stopped growing at 4'8.
I didn't get to see my sister that often when I was at boarding school. I was spending all my holidays at school or with friends except summer holiday when she was away at camp most of the time, and I was doing things with my friends at home who I didn't get to see when I was at boarding school. When we both got older, we were both so busy and I didn't see Molly at all after she was 7 and I was 15 until I graduated.
When I was 18, I went back home to a shock. My kid sister had grown much taller than me. When I got home, she hugged me tight and my head was barely up to her shoulders. She was only 10. She looked down and said she was so glad to finally see me again. We had remained close because we wrote letters to each other even though we rarely saw each other. I realized that I had to look up to talk to my "little" sister. At one point, she asked me how tall I was. I evasively said I didn't know. She picked me up (literally picked me up) and brought me to her room where there was a tape measurer. She ordered me to stand still. She said " you're only 5'1! Wow you're tiny!" Then she noticed I was wearing shoes and told me to take them off. When I did, I was barely up to her chest. She hugged me tightly and said "you're like a little doll!" She measured me and saw that I was really 4'8. I asked how tall she was and she said she was 5'9. I was in shock. She was more than a foot taller than me. She said that a lot of younger sisters grow taller than their older sisters. But I doubted that a lot of 10 year olds towered over their 18 year old sisters. Molly had gone through early puberty so she was unnaturally tall for a 10 year old but I was also unnaturally short for an 18 year old.
Over the next few days, our height difference was obvious. I was cooking, and I couldn't reach something in one of the top drawers. I began climbing on the counter when Molly came in the kitchen. She picked me up off the counter, and she easily reached the top drawer flat footed and teased me about it. But then she gripped my shoulders and said in a serious voice that next time I couldn't reach something, I should just ask her. She hugged me and said she didn't want her only sister to fall and get hurt.
I had always been the big sister in our letters but I could feel a slow role reversal. She was physically taller and stronger, and she felt that way too. She started picking me up whenever she felt like it. She'd bend down to talk to me even though she didn't need too. She'd put me on her lap whenever we were sitting, and I couldn't get out because she's so much stronger. Even worse, when we were eating dinner, she'd put me in her lap and my parents thought it was so cute because even sitting in her lap, I was shorter than her. I didn't mind being picked up that much, and I knew she wasn't trying to be rude but it was still a little humiliating. I didn't want to hurt her feelings because I could tell how much she loved being my "big" sister so I told my parents how I felt in the hopes that they might tell her to stop. They laughed and said that the height difference was cute and sweet.
Also Molly occasionally called me her little sister and when I reminded her that I was older she would say "yeah I know, you're my older but littler sister." So she would start calling me her little sister and I couldn't really correct her because it was true. She asked me to call her big sister but I was definitely not going to do that.
Also, she always asked me to play dress up. That just meant she'd take her old clothes from when she was around 6 years old and make me wear them. Once she saw me changing and literally shrieked. I'm not just short, but I'm pretty skinny too. At 4'8, I weigh 70 pounds. My sister was only 10 so she wasn't super muscular or anything but she was going through puberty and looked more developed than I did. She was 5'9 and around 125 pounds, nearly double my weight. She said "oh my gosh you're so skinny! Look at your ribs!" I was only wearing a bra and underwear. I wrapped my arms around myself to cover myself but it only made me look smaller. She picked me up and said I didn't have any boobs at all and that I didn't look anywhere near 18. I was so embarrassed. She said that she was already a B cup and she was only 10. I was an AA but to be honest, I didn't need a bra. She said "I knew you were skinny but not that skinny! You really are my little sister, huh?" She finally put me down, and I quickly changed. From then on she started picking me up even more.
Once I was babysitting her while my parents were out, and she said that really she was babysitting me since she was the big sister. She made me go to bed at 9. I was so angry and I refused. She tried to pick me up but I ran into the bathroom and closed the door. None of the doors in my house have locks so I pressed all my weight against the door so she couldn't get in. Needless to say, it didn't take very much effort for her to get in. When she pushed open the door, she slammed it against my body on accident. My arm hurt so badly. It wasn't broken or sprained but it still really, really hurt. She carried me to bed, cradling me, and I was too tired to fight. I started playing on my phone once she put me under the blankets but she took it away and told me that I had to go to sleep. By that point I really was tired so I fell asleep.
Another day I took her to go clothes shopping before school started. She told the lady who was working at the store that I was her little sister. I felt so embarrassed because it certainly looked that way. I usually wore extremely tall heels but that day I was wearing sneakers because I knew we'd have to walk a lot and it was hard to keep up with my sisters long legs. I didn't contradict her because I knew the lady would believe Molly since I hardly looked like her big sister so the lady kept treating me like a little kid. I was pretty resentful towards my sister for the rest of the trip. On the drive home she apologized. When we got out of the car she hugged me and said I would always be her older sister even if I was littler.
The summer was almost over and my sister kind of stopped treating me like a little kid. She still physically treated me like a little kid though, and I let her because I wanted to be mature about the situation. At least she wasn't ordering me around anymore like she did when she "babysat" me. She still loved it when I sat in her lap, and sometimes, even when we were just talking, she'd put me in her lap or pick me up. I was a little mad about it but I had gotten used to it. And she still called me her little sister but only when it was just us so other people wouldn't think that I was younger.
I went away to college, and I didn't see much of her for four years but I knew she was getting even taller.
When I came back home after I graduated, she was 14 and 5'11. I still hadn't grown. Now I was up to her ribs, almost below her now D cup breasts. She filled out and looked at least 18. The doctor said she was pretty much done growing though. Thank goodness because otherwise I would be even tinier compared to her. Since she had gotten older as well as taller, she didn't treat me like a little doll anymore. Although she did start picking on me for being so short. And she still loved picking me up and putting me on her lap. She still called me little sister too and it doubt that's ever going to stop. Once, we got in an argument, and we wrestled and of course, she won. I was really bruised and hurt because she had forgotten how little I was since we were both so angry. She apologized but then she said "now you know not to mess with me little sis." I angrily said that wasn't funny, and she said she was just kidding and didn't mean it but it got me thinking that I was definitely not in control anymore.
We were invited to my step mom's sister's wedding that summer and she had asked Molly to be the flower girl and me to be a bridesmaid. She hadn't seen me or Molly in years. When she saw us, she asked if Molly could be a bridesmaid and I could be the flower girl instead because I was so cute and little. I said that was fine but I was so embarrassed. I was going to be a 22 year old flower girl. My dress was so embarrassing too. It was lavender and tulle, and I looked like a little ballerina. Molly wore a beautiful bridesmaid dress that clung to her body. Most of the bridesmaids were members of my stepmom's family, and they were all really tall so Molly could wear heels for the first time in her life. My face was level with her stomach. My aunt wanted a picture of just me and Molly since we're her only nieces, and the photographer said there was such a huge height difference. Molly said "that's alright, she can just sit in my lap." My aunt loved the idea and thought it was so sweet so we had several pictures like that. There were a few of me on Molly's back and a few of her carrying me on her hip. It was hard to keep smiling and looking lovingly at my sister because I was so annoyed and a little upset. The photographer asked for "one picture with the little flower girl asleep on her big sister's shoulder." I was so embarrassed. He thought Molly was older than me. Neither my aunt nor Molly corrected him.
The reception was at the wedding so I couldn't change out of my dumb dress. No guys my age asked my to dance but a bunch of little kids asked me. Finally, one guy asked me to dance who was about my age, and he was about Molly's height with her heels on. He was also really cute. I was so excited to be asked to dance by a cute guy my age. I didn't get a chance to talk before he said "your pretty big sister over there asked me to dance with you. I didn't mind since you're such a cutie." He picked me up in order for me to reach his shoulders. I felt like crying. Molly was probably trying to be nice and make one guy my age dance with me. Molly on the other hand was dancing with several guys my age. But she actually looked pretty uncomfortable. She was only 14 even though she didn't look like it. After I finished dancing with the guy (I didn't tell him that I was 22 because that'd be awkward), I sat next to Molly. She was sitting alone at our table. Our parents and basically everyone of age was wasted. She hadn't danced with anyone in a while and refused everyone who asked. I asked her if she wanted to go back to the hotel room. She happily agreed.
When we got to the hotel, Molly was treating me like a little kid, even more so than usual. Maybe it was the poofy dress and maybe it was that with heels, she positively towered over me. Or maybe I was just being sensitive. She helped me take my dress off (to be fair it did have a lot of zippers and buttons and would have been a pain to take off by myself). Then she carried me to bed and said I was probably tired after a long night. I started struggling in her strong arms but there was no use since she was so much bigger than me. I went limp and all of a sudden, I began to cry. She stopped walking towards the bedroom and looked down at me. She sat down with me in her lap and said "shhh shhh it's okay little one." I began to cry even harder. She asked me what was wrong and after a while, I was crying silent tears so I could talk. I said I felt like I was her little sister. She said gently "you are my little sister". Tears started flowing heavily from my eyes but I didn't make a sound. She wiped them away with a tissue. She said "I know you're older and smarter but you're just so tiny. It's easy for people, and even me, to forget that you're older than me. I've always wanted a little sister and I thought you liked having a big sister too." She looked a little upset, like she might start crying too. I realized that she really didn't mean to patronize me or treat me like a child. And it didn't help that I was acting like a child. I had a bit of a temper, and I got frustrated easily and it probably didn't make me seem older when I was yelling at her angrily from my small height. I was so tired that I fell asleep in her lap which didn't really do much for her thinking of me as her older sister. But I knew that at that point, she was convinced of our roles and they weren't going to change.
But from then on, I didn't get so mad when she physically treated me like a small child, which she did often. I was frequently in her lap, and she frequently picked me up. But she started telling me her problems too. She said all the guys her age were shorter than her except a few. I said that when she got older, they'd all be her height and she was delighted. She asked me for advice, and it didn't bother me that usually, I was sitting in her lap or being picked up when I gave her advice. In family pictures, I looked like the tiniest one in my family and Molly usually picked me up so it wouldn't look awkward. But it didn't bother me a whole lot. My sister also became protective of me. She'd always try to comfort me if I looked upset and was being pretty sensitive about me being smaller than her. It sometimes did annoy me that she called me little sis but it's true, I am her little sis. I once called her my big sister without thinking about it, and she looked so happy when I did so I started referring to her as my big sister because I didn't see the harm. I let her do my makeup and hair when I go on dates because she's good at it. Also she loves going clothes shopping with me and making me try on a bunch of different outfits in the kids section since I can't fit into women's clothes. I kind of resent her for being able to wear normal clothes and she senses that so she always picks out cute things in the kids' section and says "I wish I could fit into that." Which makes me feel better about it
When she's 16, I know she'll be driving me instead of the other way around. My parents don't like me driving since I'm so little, and I have to sit on a pillow to comfortably drive and I have to push the seat all the way to the front to reach the pedal. Plus I don't weigh enough to turn the airbag on so legally I shouldn't be driving. My parents understand I have to drive but they don't like it so Molly will definitely be my driver when she's old enough.
When her friends are over they all treat me like a little kid. None of them are as tall as Molly but they're still way taller than me, especially since I don't wear shoes at home. It annoys me a little but Molly keeps them from bossing me around. I realize that Molly is basically my big sister now in a lot of ways but I'm okay with it. As far as big sisters go, she's definitely a good one.
Every now and then I still do get a little annoyed with Molly. One of her favorite games is tricking other people into thinking I'm her younger sister. We went swimming one day and at the pool, the lifeguard asked Molly if I could swim. Molly answered "oh not yet but I'm trying to teach her. Betsy's going to be the best swimmer there is right, little sis?" She picked me up and the lifeguard said "aw she's so cute. How old is she?" Molly answered, "she's 10 so she's ten years younger than me. Because of our age difference, I'm kind of like her mom." Molly and the lifeguard talked, and I was rolling my eyes the entire time. I buried my face in Molly's neck so the lifeguard wouldn't see how annoyed I was. Molly was being honest in that I didn't know how to swim. But at 22, I wasn't planning on learning. I was really just planning on being in the 3 feet area most of the time. But Molly had a different plan. She was still holding me as we walked into the pool. I asked her what she was doing. She said "the lifeguard thinks I'm going to teach you how to swim so that's what I'm going to do." I looked at her, alarmed. She walked past the 3 feet area and I latched myself on to her neck. She laughed and pretended to let me go. I held on even tighter and she laughed again. She said "relax, it's only the four feet area. Even you can stand up in here." Finally, we stopped at the 5 and a half feet area. I spent most of the time hanging on to Molly. She let me go once and I was submerged so she picked me up again. She took me to the nine feet area where even she couldn't reach the floor. I was lucky that I was so light or otherwise, she might not have been able to carry me and swim at the same time. I asked her if I could get out of the pool early and she said fine even though I hadn't really learned to swim. I ignored her and ran to the locker room. Unfortunately, Molly had picked the highest locker and I couldn't reach it. There was no one else in the locker room so I had to ask Molly. I would have just worn a towel but the towels were in the locker. She reluctantly got out of the pool. She quickly gave me a tshirt and went back into the pool. Unfortunately, it was one of her tshirts. I looked absolutely minuscule in her shirt which went below my knees. She wore a medium or large in women's and I wore a medium or even a small sometimes in kids when it came to tshirts. I put it on anyway since I was so cold. I walked out and she started laughing. She got out of the pool and put on her shorts and put my clothes in our bag so I still had to wear her shirt. I asked her to give me my clothes but she refused and said I just looked so cute. When we got home, she picked me up to show my parents how little I was in her tshirt. They all started laughing. I turned red and buried my face in Molly's shoulder, and they laughed even more.
When I'm away from home, I am an adult but when I'm at home, I'm a small child. I've accepted it. It's not just that Molly treats me like her little sister but I treat her like my big sister. I feel like a child around her, and I sometimes act like one too. Sometimes I'll willingly sit in her lap when we're watching TV, and I have always called her big sis ever since that one time because she loves it so much.
Sometimes when we're out walking, I'll ask her if she'll carry me because I get tired faster than she does. She always agrees and looks so excited when I ask, practically beaming at me. When my parents leave us at home, despite the fact that I'm the legal adult and she's the 14 year old, she's the one watching me. I cook since I'm the better cook but she watches over me to make sure I don't burn myself. She goes to bed after I do so she sits with me as I fall asleep and tucks me in. If I see a bug in my room (I'm terrified of spiders), I'll sleep in her room and she'll hug me like a teddy near and in the morning, I'll wake up earlier than her but I can't get out of bed because her arms are so strong even in her sleep. Every now and then I catch myself asking Molly permission if I can do something. She looks a little shocked but mostly amused when I do.
Molly is definitely the big sister, and I'm the little sister. I'm not embarrassed of it except when I'm around other people. When we're alone, I don't mind it but in front of other people, it's kind of humiliating having her treat me like a child. Sometimes I wish that I wasn't so small and she wasn't so big. I always wonder what it would've been like if I hadn't gone to boarding school. Then I would have spent a good amount of time being taller than her before she outgrew me. But the way it worked out, she's been taller than me for as long as she could remember. Molly loves being my big sister and wouldn't wish for it to be any other way. I love Molly, and I love being her sister but sometimes I really wish I was taller than her. Or I wish that I was actually younger than her so it wouldn't be so embarrassing being her little sister. Hopefully when we're older our dynamic will even out.
Link: www.experienceproject.com/stories/Have-A-Little-Sister-Who-Is-Taller-Than-Me/4542120
When I was eleven I went to boarding school, leaving my three year old stepsister, Molly, at home. I had always been short for my age, and she had been rather tall but she was 3 so it didn't matter. We had different moms so it made sense. My mom, who died when I was an infant, was only 5 feet, and Molly's mom, my stepmom, is 6 feet tall, and her whole family's tall. At fourteen, I stopped growing at 4'8.
I didn't get to see my sister that often when I was at boarding school. I was spending all my holidays at school or with friends except summer holiday when she was away at camp most of the time, and I was doing things with my friends at home who I didn't get to see when I was at boarding school. When we both got older, we were both so busy and I didn't see Molly at all after she was 7 and I was 15 until I graduated.
When I was 18, I went back home to a shock. My kid sister had grown much taller than me. When I got home, she hugged me tight and my head was barely up to her shoulders. She was only 10. She looked down and said she was so glad to finally see me again. We had remained close because we wrote letters to each other even though we rarely saw each other. I realized that I had to look up to talk to my "little" sister. At one point, she asked me how tall I was. I evasively said I didn't know. She picked me up (literally picked me up) and brought me to her room where there was a tape measurer. She ordered me to stand still. She said " you're only 5'1! Wow you're tiny!" Then she noticed I was wearing shoes and told me to take them off. When I did, I was barely up to her chest. She hugged me tightly and said "you're like a little doll!" She measured me and saw that I was really 4'8. I asked how tall she was and she said she was 5'9. I was in shock. She was more than a foot taller than me. She said that a lot of younger sisters grow taller than their older sisters. But I doubted that a lot of 10 year olds towered over their 18 year old sisters. Molly had gone through early puberty so she was unnaturally tall for a 10 year old but I was also unnaturally short for an 18 year old.
Over the next few days, our height difference was obvious. I was cooking, and I couldn't reach something in one of the top drawers. I began climbing on the counter when Molly came in the kitchen. She picked me up off the counter, and she easily reached the top drawer flat footed and teased me about it. But then she gripped my shoulders and said in a serious voice that next time I couldn't reach something, I should just ask her. She hugged me and said she didn't want her only sister to fall and get hurt.
I had always been the big sister in our letters but I could feel a slow role reversal. She was physically taller and stronger, and she felt that way too. She started picking me up whenever she felt like it. She'd bend down to talk to me even though she didn't need too. She'd put me on her lap whenever we were sitting, and I couldn't get out because she's so much stronger. Even worse, when we were eating dinner, she'd put me in her lap and my parents thought it was so cute because even sitting in her lap, I was shorter than her. I didn't mind being picked up that much, and I knew she wasn't trying to be rude but it was still a little humiliating. I didn't want to hurt her feelings because I could tell how much she loved being my "big" sister so I told my parents how I felt in the hopes that they might tell her to stop. They laughed and said that the height difference was cute and sweet.
Also Molly occasionally called me her little sister and when I reminded her that I was older she would say "yeah I know, you're my older but littler sister." So she would start calling me her little sister and I couldn't really correct her because it was true. She asked me to call her big sister but I was definitely not going to do that.
Also, she always asked me to play dress up. That just meant she'd take her old clothes from when she was around 6 years old and make me wear them. Once she saw me changing and literally shrieked. I'm not just short, but I'm pretty skinny too. At 4'8, I weigh 70 pounds. My sister was only 10 so she wasn't super muscular or anything but she was going through puberty and looked more developed than I did. She was 5'9 and around 125 pounds, nearly double my weight. She said "oh my gosh you're so skinny! Look at your ribs!" I was only wearing a bra and underwear. I wrapped my arms around myself to cover myself but it only made me look smaller. She picked me up and said I didn't have any boobs at all and that I didn't look anywhere near 18. I was so embarrassed. She said that she was already a B cup and she was only 10. I was an AA but to be honest, I didn't need a bra. She said "I knew you were skinny but not that skinny! You really are my little sister, huh?" She finally put me down, and I quickly changed. From then on she started picking me up even more.
Once I was babysitting her while my parents were out, and she said that really she was babysitting me since she was the big sister. She made me go to bed at 9. I was so angry and I refused. She tried to pick me up but I ran into the bathroom and closed the door. None of the doors in my house have locks so I pressed all my weight against the door so she couldn't get in. Needless to say, it didn't take very much effort for her to get in. When she pushed open the door, she slammed it against my body on accident. My arm hurt so badly. It wasn't broken or sprained but it still really, really hurt. She carried me to bed, cradling me, and I was too tired to fight. I started playing on my phone once she put me under the blankets but she took it away and told me that I had to go to sleep. By that point I really was tired so I fell asleep.
Another day I took her to go clothes shopping before school started. She told the lady who was working at the store that I was her little sister. I felt so embarrassed because it certainly looked that way. I usually wore extremely tall heels but that day I was wearing sneakers because I knew we'd have to walk a lot and it was hard to keep up with my sisters long legs. I didn't contradict her because I knew the lady would believe Molly since I hardly looked like her big sister so the lady kept treating me like a little kid. I was pretty resentful towards my sister for the rest of the trip. On the drive home she apologized. When we got out of the car she hugged me and said I would always be her older sister even if I was littler.
The summer was almost over and my sister kind of stopped treating me like a little kid. She still physically treated me like a little kid though, and I let her because I wanted to be mature about the situation. At least she wasn't ordering me around anymore like she did when she "babysat" me. She still loved it when I sat in her lap, and sometimes, even when we were just talking, she'd put me in her lap or pick me up. I was a little mad about it but I had gotten used to it. And she still called me her little sister but only when it was just us so other people wouldn't think that I was younger.
I went away to college, and I didn't see much of her for four years but I knew she was getting even taller.
When I came back home after I graduated, she was 14 and 5'11. I still hadn't grown. Now I was up to her ribs, almost below her now D cup breasts. She filled out and looked at least 18. The doctor said she was pretty much done growing though. Thank goodness because otherwise I would be even tinier compared to her. Since she had gotten older as well as taller, she didn't treat me like a little doll anymore. Although she did start picking on me for being so short. And she still loved picking me up and putting me on her lap. She still called me little sister too and it doubt that's ever going to stop. Once, we got in an argument, and we wrestled and of course, she won. I was really bruised and hurt because she had forgotten how little I was since we were both so angry. She apologized but then she said "now you know not to mess with me little sis." I angrily said that wasn't funny, and she said she was just kidding and didn't mean it but it got me thinking that I was definitely not in control anymore.
We were invited to my step mom's sister's wedding that summer and she had asked Molly to be the flower girl and me to be a bridesmaid. She hadn't seen me or Molly in years. When she saw us, she asked if Molly could be a bridesmaid and I could be the flower girl instead because I was so cute and little. I said that was fine but I was so embarrassed. I was going to be a 22 year old flower girl. My dress was so embarrassing too. It was lavender and tulle, and I looked like a little ballerina. Molly wore a beautiful bridesmaid dress that clung to her body. Most of the bridesmaids were members of my stepmom's family, and they were all really tall so Molly could wear heels for the first time in her life. My face was level with her stomach. My aunt wanted a picture of just me and Molly since we're her only nieces, and the photographer said there was such a huge height difference. Molly said "that's alright, she can just sit in my lap." My aunt loved the idea and thought it was so sweet so we had several pictures like that. There were a few of me on Molly's back and a few of her carrying me on her hip. It was hard to keep smiling and looking lovingly at my sister because I was so annoyed and a little upset. The photographer asked for "one picture with the little flower girl asleep on her big sister's shoulder." I was so embarrassed. He thought Molly was older than me. Neither my aunt nor Molly corrected him.
The reception was at the wedding so I couldn't change out of my dumb dress. No guys my age asked my to dance but a bunch of little kids asked me. Finally, one guy asked me to dance who was about my age, and he was about Molly's height with her heels on. He was also really cute. I was so excited to be asked to dance by a cute guy my age. I didn't get a chance to talk before he said "your pretty big sister over there asked me to dance with you. I didn't mind since you're such a cutie." He picked me up in order for me to reach his shoulders. I felt like crying. Molly was probably trying to be nice and make one guy my age dance with me. Molly on the other hand was dancing with several guys my age. But she actually looked pretty uncomfortable. She was only 14 even though she didn't look like it. After I finished dancing with the guy (I didn't tell him that I was 22 because that'd be awkward), I sat next to Molly. She was sitting alone at our table. Our parents and basically everyone of age was wasted. She hadn't danced with anyone in a while and refused everyone who asked. I asked her if she wanted to go back to the hotel room. She happily agreed.
When we got to the hotel, Molly was treating me like a little kid, even more so than usual. Maybe it was the poofy dress and maybe it was that with heels, she positively towered over me. Or maybe I was just being sensitive. She helped me take my dress off (to be fair it did have a lot of zippers and buttons and would have been a pain to take off by myself). Then she carried me to bed and said I was probably tired after a long night. I started struggling in her strong arms but there was no use since she was so much bigger than me. I went limp and all of a sudden, I began to cry. She stopped walking towards the bedroom and looked down at me. She sat down with me in her lap and said "shhh shhh it's okay little one." I began to cry even harder. She asked me what was wrong and after a while, I was crying silent tears so I could talk. I said I felt like I was her little sister. She said gently "you are my little sister". Tears started flowing heavily from my eyes but I didn't make a sound. She wiped them away with a tissue. She said "I know you're older and smarter but you're just so tiny. It's easy for people, and even me, to forget that you're older than me. I've always wanted a little sister and I thought you liked having a big sister too." She looked a little upset, like she might start crying too. I realized that she really didn't mean to patronize me or treat me like a child. And it didn't help that I was acting like a child. I had a bit of a temper, and I got frustrated easily and it probably didn't make me seem older when I was yelling at her angrily from my small height. I was so tired that I fell asleep in her lap which didn't really do much for her thinking of me as her older sister. But I knew that at that point, she was convinced of our roles and they weren't going to change.
But from then on, I didn't get so mad when she physically treated me like a small child, which she did often. I was frequently in her lap, and she frequently picked me up. But she started telling me her problems too. She said all the guys her age were shorter than her except a few. I said that when she got older, they'd all be her height and she was delighted. She asked me for advice, and it didn't bother me that usually, I was sitting in her lap or being picked up when I gave her advice. In family pictures, I looked like the tiniest one in my family and Molly usually picked me up so it wouldn't look awkward. But it didn't bother me a whole lot. My sister also became protective of me. She'd always try to comfort me if I looked upset and was being pretty sensitive about me being smaller than her. It sometimes did annoy me that she called me little sis but it's true, I am her little sis. I once called her my big sister without thinking about it, and she looked so happy when I did so I started referring to her as my big sister because I didn't see the harm. I let her do my makeup and hair when I go on dates because she's good at it. Also she loves going clothes shopping with me and making me try on a bunch of different outfits in the kids section since I can't fit into women's clothes. I kind of resent her for being able to wear normal clothes and she senses that so she always picks out cute things in the kids' section and says "I wish I could fit into that." Which makes me feel better about it
When she's 16, I know she'll be driving me instead of the other way around. My parents don't like me driving since I'm so little, and I have to sit on a pillow to comfortably drive and I have to push the seat all the way to the front to reach the pedal. Plus I don't weigh enough to turn the airbag on so legally I shouldn't be driving. My parents understand I have to drive but they don't like it so Molly will definitely be my driver when she's old enough.
When her friends are over they all treat me like a little kid. None of them are as tall as Molly but they're still way taller than me, especially since I don't wear shoes at home. It annoys me a little but Molly keeps them from bossing me around. I realize that Molly is basically my big sister now in a lot of ways but I'm okay with it. As far as big sisters go, she's definitely a good one.
Every now and then I still do get a little annoyed with Molly. One of her favorite games is tricking other people into thinking I'm her younger sister. We went swimming one day and at the pool, the lifeguard asked Molly if I could swim. Molly answered "oh not yet but I'm trying to teach her. Betsy's going to be the best swimmer there is right, little sis?" She picked me up and the lifeguard said "aw she's so cute. How old is she?" Molly answered, "she's 10 so she's ten years younger than me. Because of our age difference, I'm kind of like her mom." Molly and the lifeguard talked, and I was rolling my eyes the entire time. I buried my face in Molly's neck so the lifeguard wouldn't see how annoyed I was. Molly was being honest in that I didn't know how to swim. But at 22, I wasn't planning on learning. I was really just planning on being in the 3 feet area most of the time. But Molly had a different plan. She was still holding me as we walked into the pool. I asked her what she was doing. She said "the lifeguard thinks I'm going to teach you how to swim so that's what I'm going to do." I looked at her, alarmed. She walked past the 3 feet area and I latched myself on to her neck. She laughed and pretended to let me go. I held on even tighter and she laughed again. She said "relax, it's only the four feet area. Even you can stand up in here." Finally, we stopped at the 5 and a half feet area. I spent most of the time hanging on to Molly. She let me go once and I was submerged so she picked me up again. She took me to the nine feet area where even she couldn't reach the floor. I was lucky that I was so light or otherwise, she might not have been able to carry me and swim at the same time. I asked her if I could get out of the pool early and she said fine even though I hadn't really learned to swim. I ignored her and ran to the locker room. Unfortunately, Molly had picked the highest locker and I couldn't reach it. There was no one else in the locker room so I had to ask Molly. I would have just worn a towel but the towels were in the locker. She reluctantly got out of the pool. She quickly gave me a tshirt and went back into the pool. Unfortunately, it was one of her tshirts. I looked absolutely minuscule in her shirt which went below my knees. She wore a medium or large in women's and I wore a medium or even a small sometimes in kids when it came to tshirts. I put it on anyway since I was so cold. I walked out and she started laughing. She got out of the pool and put on her shorts and put my clothes in our bag so I still had to wear her shirt. I asked her to give me my clothes but she refused and said I just looked so cute. When we got home, she picked me up to show my parents how little I was in her tshirt. They all started laughing. I turned red and buried my face in Molly's shoulder, and they laughed even more.
When I'm away from home, I am an adult but when I'm at home, I'm a small child. I've accepted it. It's not just that Molly treats me like her little sister but I treat her like my big sister. I feel like a child around her, and I sometimes act like one too. Sometimes I'll willingly sit in her lap when we're watching TV, and I have always called her big sis ever since that one time because she loves it so much.
Sometimes when we're out walking, I'll ask her if she'll carry me because I get tired faster than she does. She always agrees and looks so excited when I ask, practically beaming at me. When my parents leave us at home, despite the fact that I'm the legal adult and she's the 14 year old, she's the one watching me. I cook since I'm the better cook but she watches over me to make sure I don't burn myself. She goes to bed after I do so she sits with me as I fall asleep and tucks me in. If I see a bug in my room (I'm terrified of spiders), I'll sleep in her room and she'll hug me like a teddy near and in the morning, I'll wake up earlier than her but I can't get out of bed because her arms are so strong even in her sleep. Every now and then I catch myself asking Molly permission if I can do something. She looks a little shocked but mostly amused when I do.
Molly is definitely the big sister, and I'm the little sister. I'm not embarrassed of it except when I'm around other people. When we're alone, I don't mind it but in front of other people, it's kind of humiliating having her treat me like a child. Sometimes I wish that I wasn't so small and she wasn't so big. I always wonder what it would've been like if I hadn't gone to boarding school. Then I would have spent a good amount of time being taller than her before she outgrew me. But the way it worked out, she's been taller than me for as long as she could remember. Molly loves being my big sister and wouldn't wish for it to be any other way. I love Molly, and I love being her sister but sometimes I really wish I was taller than her. Or I wish that I was actually younger than her so it wouldn't be so embarrassing being her little sister. Hopefully when we're older our dynamic will even out.
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