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Once, years later, a friend asked if I felt overshadowed by Lily. I thought of the storm and the fence and the maple tree; of the time she lifted a whole class’s spirits in debate practice; of the nights I read until my throat ached so she could sleep earlier for an early shift. I thought of the clumsy way she translated my stubbornness into determination and the deftness with which I translated her certainty into plans. I answered, “No.”

There was a night when the difference mattered most. A storm rolled over the town with a ferocity we’d never seen. Trees bowed and cracked under wind’s impatience. The power flickered and then bowed out entirely. We gathered candles and blankets and waited, the house creaking like a ship. The old elm in our yard, the one we’d climbed as kids, cracked and split in a thunderous complaint—then snapped free, crashing toward the garage. Once, years later, a friend asked if I

“Remember when I was the one you protected?” I said. I answered, “No

She threw an arm around my shoulders, a sculptor’s clasp that felt both gentle and unshakeable. “I still need you,” she said. “For patience. For detail. For laughing at my terrible jokes. And for carrying emotional baggage—sometimes it’s heavy.” The power flickered and then bowed out entirely