More Than A Passing Resemblance

I don’t get to see my extended family much and I’m terrible when it comes to keeping promises to stay in touch. But what with my grandmother’s passing and then my sister’s graduation, I’ve been spending more time with them in recent months. We were sitting around a restaurant table last night and I smiled to myself when I thought how easy it would be for a stranger to pick out the paternal side of my family. We’re all dark-haired, short, and opinionated. I’m reasonably confident that, even if my disability was removed from the equation, I’d only gain a few inches in height. My brother scored big in the genetic lottery for size; he towers above us like a Nordic explorer amongst a lost tribe of argumentative pygmies.