Everyone in my family has toes strong like elephants, able to withstand our weight as we balance on the tips. Mother, father, sister, and I all short in stature. Mother, father, sister, and I all vertically challenged. Difficulties arise when shelves are too high we stretch our bodies until they say enough. My father’s height of 5’8” towers over the rest of my family. While my mother's, sister's, and my body stopped growing at 5’4”.
A strike of hope for height redemption is found in my brother. With time left to grow, we pray he reaches new heights. We pray he defames father’s status fastly. At age thirteen, my brother has potential to break our family stereotype. Set a Birkland height record like an olympian. Brother at 5’5” the hope for height is in you.