I couldn't find any stories with memories of Liesel's brother of father, so I'm making some of my own. If there is a story with that, let me know the title.

I know it says in the book that Liesel has no memory of her father, but here are her thoughts of him.


The last memory of my brother was on a train, on the way to Molching. The third carriage where I sat beside my mother was cold. The windows were frosted by the snow that fell slowly and clung to the train, making the windows seem as if they were made of ice.

The carriage was filled with frequent coughing, that hadn't stopped for hours.

My mama was asleep, and I was dreaming. "Guten tag Herr Führer. Wie geht's dir heut?" I hadn't learnt to speak too well, or even to read.

One eye open, one still in a dream...

Guten Abend, Gute Nacht
mit Rosen bedacht,
mit Näglein-

Just as the Führer was about to reply, the coughing came to a stop.

The second eye jumped open, and I looked over.

My brother, blank, white, frozen like stone. His blue eyes met the floor. Brown, red. Blood from the nose of a six year old boy. It shot a feeling inside with no colour to describe it.

Es stimmt nicht. Es stimmt nicht. This can't be happening.

The shaking. I shook him as my heart stopped turning hot, getting louder by the second. The next shaking, my mother to wake up. A scream filled the train.


By the train tracks, the train had gone. My mother held a limp cold body, getting colder and heavier by the second.

He was wrapped in a blanket, ropes in place to hold it tight. He was completely covered, besides his feet in his shoes which had only been bought just last week to wear at his new school.

The two young men laid him in his new bed where he would stay before he was dumped years later.

"Would you like to say a few words?" The priest spoke.

"Gute Nacht, mein liebling." My mother sobbed.

A book dropped, which caught my eye.

I picked it up and took one last look at my brother before the frozen dirt was shovelled on his body.

I turned and left without a word.

That was the last time I'd ever see my brother...

A car came and collected me, and my mother knelt in front of me saying goodbye. I stared straight ahead and didn't say goodbye. I didn't want to say goodbye, and at the time I didn't know that it was my last goodbye to her.

In the car I had one small suitcase and an image of my lost brother. I looked through the window at my mother as the car drove away.

I never saw her again and I never will.

More to come, tell me what you think and what you'd like to see.