She’s grown taller than I will ever be


Stephenie Young

A photo with my built-in best friend. The one who now is taller than I will ever be.

I never fully understood you. 

Our lives, though forced together, were separate for so long. 

You had your friends and I had mine. You had your hobbies and I had mine. There was never any clashing, and I think we both accepted that. We got along, to some extent, but we never had the chance not to. 

I once thought it would always be that way—but something changed. 

We changed. 

One year ago from only two weeks ago, you and I found ourselves merging our lives together. And one year ago, you, my younger sister, began a journey with me that I wouldn’t exchange for anything else. 

At first, we continued our saga of separation. But we soon came to realize the only way to get through the insanity of this past year was together. 

Watching you grow up has been a hidden highlight of the life I hope to have forever. 

And all I want to say is thank you. 


You have made this past year quite enjoyable—laughable even. 

You are the only person who could have kept the light in my eyes, and that is exactly what you did. The moments were small, but they are moments I will forever cherish. 

From the all-nighters to the Criminal Minds binge-watching, we never fail to have fun. 

Thank you for riding with me as we drive with no destination; the rides where my music is on full blast. 

Thank you for trusting me with your hardships and for giving me someone to trust with mine. 

Thank you for making me feel appreciated and asking for my help on the most minuscule of things. 

Thank you for never letting me remain upset for too long. 

Thank you for keeping me up late at night with your questions and curiosity ranging anywhere from school to the series we watch together. 

Thank you for letting me be a part of your life.

I know we have our ups and downs—I never argue with anyone more, but I never forgive anyone faster.

Watching you grow up has been a hidden highlight of the life I hope to have forever. 

But here we are, at a realization that we are mere equals. 

In a few short months, I leave for college. For the first time in 17 years, there will only be one child in our house, and I worry for you.

I know you are strong, but I never want you to forget this year; I never want you to forget our bond. 

I never want you to forget that I will always be here for you.

I’ll miss you more than you will ever know.