September 6th, 2019 at 09:07pm
It was 1944, a month or so after the Allied forces had landed on the beaches at Normandy and had begun to make their way through France, liberating the people there from the German occupation. The allied forces had made it within a few dozen miles away from Paris, and a few of the units of the British forces had settled in a little town near the Seine to rest and wait for word on the plan for liberating Paris in the coming weeks. The people of the town were incredibly grateful for the soldiers for getting rid of the Germans, and had welcomed them into their homes, letting them stay in spare bedrooms and doing their best to help feed as many of them as they could with the little food they had. Mousier Laurent had kindly allowed many of the men to stay in the old barn on his farm, it having been empty besides a horse and a few chickens and goats. The family did their best to provide for them, with Mousier Laruent's wife providing warm meals for them, and his daughter, Margot, helping keep the place tidy and washing their clothes for them when she had a chance. She spoke English pretty well, although neither of her parents did so she didn't get to practice much, but she didn't really talk to the soldiers much, as she was quite shy, and her mother had warned to not linger around them too long, afraid of her only daughter getting hurt.
It was a sunny morning in late July, a few days after the British and Americans had arrived in the small town, and Margot was hurrying around the farm tending to the laundry which she'd hung to dry overnight, carefully unpinning it from the line and folding it into the laundry basket before moving onto the next one, humming a lullaby her mother used to sing to her and her dress billowing in the light breeze.