Carla ran away,
When I was ten.
She ran away
And nobody went after her.

She took her things -
her toys, her panda,
And she left, on the street,
she said, "To seek a better life."

But I thought that I was a good brother.
And I thought that she still loved me.
And I loved my sister,
So I went after her.

I told my mom, "Let's go after her."
But she said "Carla will come back."
I was afraid
That something might happen before then.

When Carla ran away,
I was alone then
And I was scared then
And then I realized:

Just because I am
the Older Brother,
It doesn't mean that I don't need
Somebody to take care of me.