Red hair,

big brown eyes,

belonging to

my little sister,

appeared from behind Mother.

Her cheeks were red,

and her expression

looked like that idiot.

Although so,

her chubby cheeks,

made me

wanted to find comfort

in her tiny shoulders.

However, I knew,

I learned,

that boys

aren't supposed to cry.

I tried to hold it back,

I tried not to burst out,

but I simply can't.

She

softened

my heart,

but not as soft,

as the heart I used to have.