Giant-stories

The Small One in the Family I remember when I was younger I used to think it was cool that I was adopted into a family of giants after my parents passed.  They were a good family and it was a time in history when giants and humans were finally starting to co-exist.  There were still plenty of segregated areas across the country but where I was going was not one of them.  I was ten when I was adopted and at first – it was the coolest thing.  I had a giant father, who could scoop me up with one hand and a mother who could literally drape me across her lap when I was feeling blue.  I even had a little sister – only two years younger