Following behind, trying to catch up.
Imitating the way you walk, stepping on your shadow, once a while.
Its all started from the back, the back of yours, the back that she loves.
Leaning on your lap, closing her eyes, oh how comfy.
You pat her head, playing with her hair, gently.
Big hands of yours, holding small hands of hers, providing the sweetest warmth.
Hoping in joy, because she sees you.
Dancing in excitement, because you're happy.
Laughing out loud, because you let her win the game.
A childish mind, a matured mind, how well they mix?
Blend de blend, they really click.
Unexplainable form of love, the bonding, the boy and the girl.
The angel send by God, to this not so little girl.
And that would be you, the big brother who she loves.
If. You really exist.
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