lost, but was he found?

When I left off, we were franticly searching for Bruno in the airport on the way to Delhi.
I was on the escalator to the mini train when mum said, “Where’s Bruno?”
Seeing a head of brown hair, I said, “With papa.”
So mum called to Ate, “Where’s Bruno?”
And he said, “I don’t know”
Then I immediately leapt into action. Seeing that the route up was blocked, I shouted, “down” to mum, and immediately ran down the steps to the train. Then I ran around and saw the escalator up was not working and they had put a barrier up, not that it stopped me. There was just enough space for me to slip past the barrier, so I run up the escalator at break neck speed. “Bruno!” I cried while turning on to the next flight of steps. Once again I cried his name as I turned onto the third flight of steps and once more, with hardly any breath left, in the middle of the fourth, and final, flight of steps. Then at the top I saw him running towards me with tears in his eyes, and the relief I felt was immaculate. He ran into my arms and I whispered into his ears, “It’s all right I got you, I got you.” And then slowly we went down the working escalator to where papa was standing (may I add, in exactly the same place as when we discovered Bruno was missing). Calling down to mum (who was at the bottom since we were on the last escalator when we saw Bruno was missing) that we had Bruno, we went down to her and got on the train to the aeroplane on which (the train, not the plane) Bruno explained that he had looked away for a second and couldn’t see where we had gone, so he asked a man what gate the plane to India was (he didn’t know we were going to Delhi) but then he heard my voice and said it didn’t matter. Mum and papa then complemented me on how fast I had climbed the escalator saying, “No one could have stopped you.” Over and over again. But the important thing is we found him and it just proves that however much they say that they don’t, brothers always love each other.