(A bit inspired from "My Child's Lebensborn" and you may name him how you want)

It was a few years after the second world war. 1951 to be exact. You lived in a small village in the west of France. The people here were still holding a hate against the nazis and also germans in general. You adopted a german child, a seven year old. It was difficult as the church and neighbours viewed this as betrayal and some didn't see you as french anymore. Well, the boy came back from school, his clothes and face were dirty. He was unusual quiet...

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