“Don’t worry,” my mom said, patting my head. “Boys grow later.”
“You’re my brother,” she said. “Not my bodyguard. I don’t need you to be strong. I need you to be kind. And you’re the kindest person I know.” “Don’t worry,” my mom said, patting my head
Before I could answer, Lily put her arm around my shoulder (she had to reach down to do it) and said, “Why would he be embarrassed? He taught me how to read. He taught me how to be brave. Strength isn’t just muscles, Uncle Rob. And besides—if anyone ever tried to hurt him, they’d have to get through me.” ” my mom said