My eyes open from a deep sleep to the sound of loud, ferocious barking coming from our dog, Choncey, in the front yard. He only barked like this when he was scared, so I knew that something or someone was frightening him.
My wife, Genevieve, says, “Jules, go check outside to see what is bothering Choncey.”
“Ok, ma chérie, I will make sure we are safe.” I replied.
Sneaking carefully down the stairs, I look out the windows to see if anyone is there. All I see is Choncey making a fuss toward his dog shed. I have a feeling it is probably some animal who snuck into his pen in the middle of the night. Choncey is not one to fight with other animals; he’s a bit of a coward, but we, more me than Genevieve, still love him so. I yell at Choncey as I …show more content…
They have looks of complete terror in their eyes.
Oh, my. These girls must have escaped from Drancy. Panicking, I don’t know what to do. I can tell that they are quite frightened of me because of my yelling, so I don’t want to do anything else that would scare them away.
I quietly question them, “Now what do we have here?”
The brunette child says, “Please, sir, we are very hungry.”
I can tell that they haven’t had a proper meal in days, possibly weeks, or even months. I nod and say, “I can see that.”
I wonder what I can do to help these poor, young, tortured girls, so I say, “Come in, children. Follow me.”
They stay frozen. I know that they feel like they can’t trust me. I tenderly say to them, “Nobody will hurt you here.”
They grab onto each other, looking like two scared little birds, emaciated and …show more content…
They stuff there face as if this is the first time they had eaten a meal in months.
We keep trying to converse with them, but they both sit there in silence. Genevieve takes the brunette once to get a bath.
I sit in the kitchen and ponder to myself, what we had just gotten ourselves into. Hiding these children was an incriminating act, but I knew that it was the morally correct thing to do. What would happen if the police showed up? Where would we put them? Are they going to be able to survive their current condition and get healthy?
After Genevieve has put the children to bed, she comes back downstairs and sits with me on the living room stairs.
Genevieve says, “These are quite the two girls. The cute little blonde one is named Sirka and my, she has quite a story. Before she was taken away, she decided to hide her brother from the police by locking him in the cupboard, so he would be safe. She thought that they would be back that night, poor girl. He is probably lying there, dead and rotting, Jules. How could a family, especially a little girl, endure such a
My wife, Genevieve, says, “Jules, go check outside to see what is bothering Choncey.”
“Ok, ma chérie, I will make sure we are safe.” I replied.
Sneaking carefully down the stairs, I look out the windows to see if anyone is there. All I see is Choncey making a fuss toward his dog shed. I have a feeling it is probably some animal who snuck into his pen in the middle of the night. Choncey is not one to fight with other animals; he’s a bit of a coward, but we, more me than Genevieve, still love him so. I yell at Choncey as I …show more content…
They have looks of complete terror in their eyes.
Oh, my. These girls must have escaped from Drancy. Panicking, I don’t know what to do. I can tell that they are quite frightened of me because of my yelling, so I don’t want to do anything else that would scare them away.
I quietly question them, “Now what do we have here?”
The brunette child says, “Please, sir, we are very hungry.”
I can tell that they haven’t had a proper meal in days, possibly weeks, or even months. I nod and say, “I can see that.”
I wonder what I can do to help these poor, young, tortured girls, so I say, “Come in, children. Follow me.”
They stay frozen. I know that they feel like they can’t trust me. I tenderly say to them, “Nobody will hurt you here.”
They grab onto each other, looking like two scared little birds, emaciated and …show more content…
They stuff there face as if this is the first time they had eaten a meal in months.
We keep trying to converse with them, but they both sit there in silence. Genevieve takes the brunette once to get a bath.
I sit in the kitchen and ponder to myself, what we had just gotten ourselves into. Hiding these children was an incriminating act, but I knew that it was the morally correct thing to do. What would happen if the police showed up? Where would we put them? Are they going to be able to survive their current condition and get healthy?
After Genevieve has put the children to bed, she comes back downstairs and sits with me on the living room stairs.
Genevieve says, “These are quite the two girls. The cute little blonde one is named Sirka and my, she has quite a story. Before she was taken away, she decided to hide her brother from the police by locking him in the cupboard, so he would be safe. She thought that they would be back that night, poor girl. He is probably lying there, dead and rotting, Jules. How could a family, especially a little girl, endure such a