My parents looked at each other then back to me. My mom grabbed me, pulling me into a hug. "It's okay, it's okay." My mom started saying, patting me.

"What's wrong honey?" I started to cry really hard, not a single word can be translated. The only thing that I can do is sob.

My dad also started comforting me and after a couple of minutes, I was able to talk. "We were playing outside for about two hours," I started to cry even more. My parents started to calm me down again.

I hugged my mom harder, not wanting to face her and my dad after I promised them that I'll be able to take care of my younger brother when I couldn't. I lost him, nowhere to be seen or heard of.

"What happened after?" My dad softly asked.

I closed my eyes, not having the strength to look at him. "He got tired, and so we decided to take a nap. We didn't want to go upstairs to sleep in our rooms so we decided to sleep here in the living room. And after that, we fell asleep." I wiped my tears with my shirt. "I woke up and he wasn't there, I looked everywhere. He was nowhere. I asked neighbors, anyone who was here but neither of them saw him." I started to cry even louder.

My crying got louder and louder as each minute went by. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I should've stayed up. I shouldn't have went to sleep. I should've looked at him. I'm such a terrible sister, I lost him."

My mom started soothing me. "No Calisa, don't say that. We'll find him. It'll be okay, we're not mad at you. Okay?" She grabbed my arms and made me look at her. "Okay? We're never mad at you. We will find him."

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My parents were inside, calling anyone and asking everyone. No matter what answer they got, they never stopped asking.

I decided to go out in the back, where a couple of feet away there's a forest. The forest connects to the highway and that means that my younger brother would be nowhere to be found unless we walk through it.

But knowing him, there's no way he would go there. He doesn't like places like that and not knowing what could happen, it scares him even more.

Let's say he didn't go towards the forest, where else could he go? What happened to him?

I ran to the backyard, frantically moving items where he could be hiding. Throwing things everyone, and if he's not there then I look somewhere else.

After doing that for hours, the sun was starting to set and he was nowhere in our backyard. Our neighbors said he wasn't here when he disappeared and that we should look near the park. Places where a toddler like him would want to go.

Currently that's where my parents are, and I'm still here, in our backyard. Not wanting to move away from the house in case he magically appears. I want to be here.

Maybe he'll see me if I go towards the forest and then he'll know that we're still here and looking for him. I got up from sitting down and started running there. No matter how cold it was outside, I needed to find him, no matter how dark it was, he'd come back home.

Then I stopped and started screaming, no matter who heard me or how loud I was, I just started screaming. Until my throat couldn't do it any more. Until I decided to stop, I screamed as loud as I wanted.