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The turning point came during a thunderstorm. A branch fell on our shed, and our dad was out of town. I tried to move the branch. It was a wet oak limb, easily 80 pounds. I couldn’t budge it. Lily walked out in the rain, grabbed one end, and dragged it across the yard like a caveman dragging a mastodon.

She laughed, throwing a heavy arm around my shoulders and pulling me into a headlock I couldn't escape from. "You're my big brother," she said, squeezing until I tapped out. "You're just... fun-sized." The turning point came during a thunderstorm

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There is an unspoken law in the universe that the older brother is supposed to be the protector. He is the oak tree under which the younger siblings seek shade. In my family, that law was broken the day my little sister, Clara, hit her first growth spurt at age twelve. I was fourteen. She didn't just surpass me; she colonized the airspace above my head. She laughed, throwing a heavy arm around my

I limped for another quarter mile before the pain made me see stars. Finally, I gave in. I climbed onto my younger sister’s back. She stood up without staggering. She carried me—all 130 pounds of me—down a mountain trail for 1.8 miles. Tourists stared. A kid asked his mom, “Is that boy sick?” Lily just hummed a song and didn’t even break a sweat.