December 27, 2010
"You look so much like your father," she said. "I thought you'd be taller, though."
My dad was six feet. The woman sitting on the sofa in front of me was at least an inch taller than that. The doctor said I might have another growth spurt in me, but I'd be seventeen in a couple months, next year was senior year, and I figured I'd be five foot five forever.
I think she could tell that I was self-conscious about my height, because she touched my cheek and said, "Some of our bravest warriors are far from tall."