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[Tiffany’s Point of View] ‘Dorothea. I start to get worried.’ I remember when I said those words to her on her twelfth birthday. My ‘little’ sister…twelve-years-old … crashing the two-meter-barrier. I knew this was not the end of the line, especially after her growth exploded over those last twelve months. A whole foot gain within a year is highly unusual and like I said, when I measured her on her birthday, my ‘medicine brain’ started to kick in. I had to figure out, if there was something off. She was my sister after all. ‘Dorothea. I want to do some check-ups with you.’ ‘Why?’ ‘To be sure that everything is okay with you.’ ‘Why shouldn’t it?’ Time for some big sister talk combined with ‘I am your doctor from now on’ talk. And so I did just that. Dorothea didn’t share any worries unlike me. She did not see the need for this but in the end, she agreed. ‘Just because you are my sister. But just yourself. I will be angry, if a whole staff started to treat me like a rat in a