Feb 21, 2022
June 14, 1940 - 9:19 pm
Today is supposed to be a good day. It’s Bastille Day! It’s a national holiday, but instead, our family is still grieving Papa’s death as the Germans entered Paris, my home. Earlier, they shouted over the loudspeakers that there was a curfew for 8 pm so Mama, Augustin, and I have been huddled up waiting for this nightmare to be over. I can’t believe that the Germans were able to take over Paris so easily. The soldiers are walking in like they own Paris and that they could do whatever they wanted to us people here. I can’t bear to imagine what will happen next…