I unpacked slowly thinking of all that had happened today. Trying not to make myself too anxious I tried thinking of other things. Nothing else came to mind so I started to sing a song my mother taught me. It was a song I loved to sing every chance I got at home and would sometimes catch myself singing thought the halls at school. (Everyone thought I was weird anyway and I didn't really have any friends)

Mama who bore me

Mama who gave me

No way to handle things

Who made me so sad

Mama the weeping

Mama the angels

No sleep in Heaven or Bethlehem

Some pray that one day Christ will come a-calling

They light a candle and hope that it glows

And some just lie there crying for him to come and find them

But when he comes they don't know how to go…

Mama who bore me

Mama who gave me

No way to handle things

Who made me so bad

Mama the weeping

Mama the angels

No sleep in Heaven or Bethlehem

I finished my song and with it all my unpacking. I had just sat down on my bed when I heard a door slam open downstairs and the sounds of excited yelling carried up into my closed room. For all I knew Mush had already told the others that I was here and that one of the boys could be my brother. But to my surprise none of the boys came upstairs to find me. They where all on the second floor probably in the boys' room.

About ten minutes later, after most of the noise had died down, I heard a knock at my door and I opened it to find Mush standing there.

"I haven't told them about you ye and I won't unless you want me to. I just wanted you to know that. Kloppman is on his way up to let you know who Peter is. He figured it out just know, so good luck." He said. I was a bit relived he hadn't said anything yet.

"Thanks Mush." I said letting out a breath.

I closed the door and sat back down on my bed but again I got up. I couldn't sit still when I was about to find out who my brother was. Just then there came another knock on the door. I nearly tripped trying to get to there to open it as fats as I could.

I whipped it open and Kloppman was standing there with a smile on his face.

"Go down to the boys' room and ask for Skittery. That would be your brother's nickname." He told me.

"Thank you so much Kloppman." I said and I couldn't help myself, I flung myself into his arms giving him a huge hug. He returned the hug and as he turned to leave he winked at me.

I ran down the stairs to the second floor and I banged on the door a little harder than I meant to. I heard someone inside yell "Someone go and open the door for Kloppman." The door opened and a boy stood there who was maybe a year older than me. He was dressed in supenders and a vest with a gold pocket watch hanging out of the pocket. He looked e up and down the way Mush had in the park earlier.

"And who might you be?" He asked in a thick New York accent.

Before I could answer Mush appeared behind the boy and said " Don't worry about her Race, she's with me."

"Big surprise." Said another boy from somewhere in the room. Mush pushed the boy called Race aside and pulled me into the room.

"Guys, this is Emma." He said. Everyone sort of said hello back at me and I felt my face go scarlet. I brushed a strand of my dirty blonde hair off my face and tried smiling. "She's here cause she's looking for her brother. She says her mother gave him away when she was four and he was five." Mush said. He then turned to me.

"Ummmm…I..I was told that I'm looking for a…a Skittery." I said choking on my words. A boy sitting near the window with a boy I glasses stood slowly and I knew it was him I was looking for.

"I'm Skittery." He said a bit unsure of himself. He eyed me suspiciously and walked forward. I swayed on the spot and my head started to throb. The boy looked to be sixteen and he was wearing a pink shirt and suspenders. His brown newsboy hat hung low over his eyes but I could still see they were a dark shade of brown.

"Oh my God. Peter?" I said my eyes filling with tears. He was right in front of me now and he looked down at me (he was very tall, about seven inches taller then my eight of five one.) He took off his hat and his light brown hair fell in to his eyes. He was very handsome.

"Your…my sister?" he asked.

"I think so." I could hardly look away. He was so tall!

He looked like he didn't know whether to hug me or back away slowly shaking his head. In the end he did pull me into a slightly awkward hug. I put my arms around him and he tightened his grip like he thought I would slip away and disappear at any moment. I felt him bury his face in my shoulder and it was soon a little wet. He was crying.

I pulled out of the hug but we didn't let go of eachother. "I can't believe I found you." I said.

"I can't believe it either."