Everybody in my family is a different height. I am the tallest like an NFL defensive lineman. Reaching the top shelf and being able to see over large crowds are a bonus for me. I am like the Jolly Green Giant, overseeing life. My family loves to ask “how's the weather up there?” and I reply, “how’s the smell down there?” When I lose people in the store, I just peek over the shelves. My family looks up to me as if they are small smurfs smiling at me. But my mother, my mother, is short, strong, and speaks her mind. She is the rock of our family, holding us together. Although she is small, she carries a heavy weight on her shoulders.
And my sister, my sister, is the only family member that doesn't have to throw her head back when talking to me. She is average height with a huge personality. We refer to her as the warden watching over us.
My brother-in-law is a small man in stature but has a good heart. He has to get a ladder if he wants to declare a fight with me.