I was in my room, when my Mom came barging in. She asked me if I saw my 3-year-old Nephew. I told her, no. She then told me he was missing. I about jumped out my window but decided to jump down the staircase. I ran outside, up a hill and screamed my nephews name for a good few minutes before my twin sister joined me and we started to walk to a guy and girl who had a baby in their arms. When we got closer I realized it was a police officer, a lady, and my nephew. I ran up to the officer and he asked if we lost a kid, I said yes. He gave my older sister a warning. My nephew is always running. He never ran away from home. It worries me a lot. I didn't think I would care when I was 16 but I'm now 20. My last time running away was when I turned 17. I thought no one would care. My older sister found me. Now I have to find my nephew. It's okay, I'm glad we got that kid back. I love my nephew with my entire life