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God made England on a wet Sunday.

Or well, Erin thinks they did anyway

It may have been a Wednesday.

Or was it a Tuesday?

Ugh, Erin didn't know. All she knew and actually forced herself to believe in was the fact that it was a Sunday, it was raining outside, and somehow it was God's fault.

Giving out a low sigh, the small child shifted in her seat before turning from the window and looking towards her other family members in the car.

As always Mama was in the driver's seat. Her head tilted as she silently hummed along to a song that's been playing on the radio for awhile now. Along side her sat Papa, who looked like he was fast asleep. But Erin could see him occasionally opening his eyes every time to look at mama with a strange smile.

Hugo her brother just stayed in his baby seat, staring at Erin. The red string wrapped around his finger moving along with his small fist as he randomly pounded them against his lap.

Weirdly enough, if Erin was to describe the situation that they were all in, in only a few short words. She would say that it was almost like a scene from a movie.

Genre?

Tragedy.

But again this was from Erin's perspective. A small child's perspective that no one older actually cared for. Gnawing on to her bottom lip. Erin guesses that if she was to put Papa's and Mamas perspectives into play this would be seen as an adventure.

Her brother Hugo?

Humor.

Because only he of all people could see the humor in moving from your home land and into another. Leaving behind your family and friends as humor.

Yet, as they passed by another Scotland building Erin felt a grimace fall onto her face. Why did they have to move away from France anyway? In France Erin had her friends, Erin's had lived in a really cool house. In France, they actually had a sun.

Gripping the edge of her knees, Erin felt the urge to voice these thoughts.

So she did.

Her native tongue taking over speech without thinking twice.

"Maman, pourquoi devons-nous être ici de nouveau?"

Tapping her finger against her thigh. A second passes and Erin hears her papa give out a sigh as mama scowled through the mirror.

"Erin, I'm not going to tell you again. Speak English. We are in an English speaking country now. You need to get better with the language."

Hugo gave off a happy gurgle. And Erin furrowed her eyebrows. She knew English, She had no problems with understanding the language. she just didn't know how to pronounce the words.

That's all.

But as her Mum glared at her through the mirror again, lip pursed and wrinkling. She guessed that just maybe Mama she didn't care.

So she did not voice these thoughts.

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