Angelina could not stand out. What should she do?

Her mother had gone to the bakery.

Should she?

Yes.

Slowly, she turned to the old large closet of her father. "My father ..." she muttered. She knew that her mother kept the documents in it. Finally, she rummaged through the documents. These consisted mostly of working applications of their mother. In that moment she was sorry, what she was doing. Why? Her mother had lied. And in a serious situation! Since she could still see their family documents and reminisce. But what then? She could not remember anything from her early childhood. Only a strange glow.

Angelina was looking for her brother's birth certificates. Normal. The data looked quite normal. But there was something she really wanted to see. The death certificate. Something you got , or not?

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Angelina was on her bed. Her hands were shaking. The death certificates were ... not there. No. One was there. His father's. But what about her brothers?