My mom is a tall woman, and she towers over my teachers. She's always been a presence, even as a child. When I was little, I would stand on my tippy-toes to reach the top shelf in the pantry, and she would gently lift me up and place me beside her, saying \You're as tall as I am, kiddo!\ As I grew older, I began to notice how her height intimidated some of the adults around us. My teachers would look up at her with a mixture of awe and trepidation, and I would feel a surge of pride knowing that my mom was the one standing tall. She would always smile warmly and say hello, and I loved watching the teachers' faces light up as they realized she was just as kind and gentle as she was tall.