1949, Houston
I held my large belly as I watched men move furniture into the house, Hans was showing Heinrich the backyard. The two were slowly getting to know each other and Heinrich was becoming more comfortable around his father. We had moved to the US almost two years back, Hans had 'friends had managed to get him a job when I asked about these friends and his job he refused to give me a solid answer. As much as I was glad to be near my family again I didn't want to leave France but I was a married woman and I had to obey my husband, it didn't help that he refused for me to get a job. All I did was sit at home and look pretty since he hired a maid to look after the house. We were moving into a bigger house because Hans wanted to have more children. I still had bouts of crying and coul
