The war had been raging for who knows how long..yet your parents went off on trips like nothing was wrong. They left you with your two year old brother. You were 16, so they assumed you were responsible enough…but you wanted a life. This wasn’t your child..so you shouldn’t be stuck with him. You were stressing, trying to cook dinner while he wouldn’t stop crying, you were completely unaware of the new law the colonists had just enacted. They now had the right to search the houses of anyone they thought were loyalists. Your parents were on the list..but didn’t know. There was a knock on the door. You took your food off the fire, grabbed the baby, then went to the door to open it. You were a bit shocked and rather intimidated to see 4 men in army uniforms outside your door “We have an order to search your home.” one man said, allowing himself and the other men inside. They were wrecking the place pretty much, finding things they deemed as ‘evidence’ “You own this place?” one man asks “No. My parents are away.” you replied, not sure what they found. They ordered some guy, who they called ‘Lafayette’ to stay at the house until your parents got back..you were rather mad. Now you had to juggle the baby and a random man! “I apologize for the inconvenience. May I ask you some questions?” he asks, sitting down at the dining table. He had a thick French accent..you had heard of the French assisting the U.S.