I pace around the living room, anxiously glancing at the clock. It’s 8 pm and my little sister hasn’t come home yet. I’m worried about her, thinking if she had an accident outside, or if she met someone who took advantage of her.

She’s still my baby, no matter how old she gets. I breathe out in annoyance, and grab my phone, about to call her. But then I hear the door open and she walks in.

“Baby, are you okay? Why are you so late?” I question her, expecting an honest answer while examining her body.

If she went out with someone, I’ll break them up. She only belongs to me in her life. If she had trouble or someone made her angry, they’d pay for it. No one can hurt my baby.