John and Micheal. Curly and Slightly.

The door slammed shut. Slowly Angi rose. Fatigue and inertia gnawed at her.

"Mother"

"Yes, darling?"

"We still have no secrets."

"But no, Angi. Oh. Request. No. Have you made what?"

Angelina stared at her.

What did you do? My brothers. Do you live?

"May I see the death certificates of my brothers?, I could not find it."

Sun That's it.

Her mother was pale.

"You were at the cabinet documents. It was treacherous. Way to do something, Angelina. Such a thing to do ... Is not you allowed!" Her voice was trembling. But was noisy. That was one of the few moments when they quarreled.

"It is better ... You go to your room!" Her mother was crying. Yes, she was crying.

Angelina would really love to hide in her room under the covers, but then she turned around again.

"They live ... right?"

Her voice was too squeaky to be really noticed, but her mother heard it. Mind. It was the silence that it betrays Angi.

Yes, they live.

Angelina wanted to know more. Where they had lived over the years? Like her mother came along with it? Did she know her mother at all?

Carefully she opened her diary and wrote "Lost Boys -.. John & Michael live Tinka Curly, Bell, Slightly united soon again" Angelina smiled. She had a family.

Even if her father was dead, so she had two brothers - but she had no idea where they could be. She continued to smile. She was happy. But also angry. On her mother. She probably put more concealed. For this day, it was once enough. Grinning, she put the red 'Diary' on the window sill and fell asleep.