“You can be taller than me all you want,” I said, scrunching my nose at my reflection in his glasses. “But I’m here to keep you height humble. I won’t let you forget where you came from. The top of your head used to be my armrest. You started at the bottom. Of my elbow.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” I smiled at him. “Yeah, but you must have missed me a little.” He smiled back. “A little.”
