Preface
In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a neatly made leaf bed. Swaying and moving along the quiet breeze. The Momma birdie was hatching near the leaf nest, assuring her baby her warmth and safety all along the breezy and rainy days.
Unknown to its knowledge, the growing little embryo was under the impression that her mother's warmth was keeping him safe.
Eventually, the day's warmth must come to an end, and at some point, the climatic change happens, in the incomparable charm of the Montmartre district and its museums, vineyards, windmills, Sacré-Coeur…!
With its cobbled streets, stunning Basilica, artists and bistros... Montmartre is full of charm!
But there is an old saying, ‘Even the heavenly beauties are meant to go through the hard phase’, with that being said, the results of having been compelled to go through the cycle of good and bad days begins...
On Thursday, when the dawn had just woken, gracing the sky with a rose tint, a girl in her early twenties slowly woke up with a rare smile adorning her pouty bow lips. She found she had grown a bit chirpy with all the liveliness surrounding her... Indeed she's in a village, within the City of Love, The Parisian border, and pleasantries are bound to be present at the early dawn.
The slow breeze is accustomed to the whole arena and silence dwells in every household. The chirpy birds and leaf rustles are the only active participants. If you look closer, there is a very old brick house, covered in forest flowers, with flourished flora and fauna.
There lived the awakening beauty named Clementine with her 11 little sisters. They can be categorized into four groups, Quadruplets aged 11 years old, Triplets with 9 years old, Twins with 7 years old, and lastly, a lucky one with 5 years old, got a unique charm built to captivate all the love and eyes of the arena, being the youngest of all.
Total of Twelve heavenly beautiful girls. Clementine included each owned unique fetish. Being the eldest, aged 22 she was taught to behave well by the Village head for she will be the role model for her younger siblings all around the age of 11 and below.
Her beauty shone like a fine wine over the years, eventually the reality of the name of responsibilities slowly mounts her shoulders, after her parents' sudden disappearance in the forest, during their return from farming on a stormy rainy day.
Things turned sour when they were officially named Lost Beyond Founded by the Village hunters. She still has her Uncle and Aunt, but one thing is a must. Survival needs. She lied when the village head asked for the income source, by telling her the inheritance she got from their parents is more than enough for one decade ... Which is true but she isn't gonna use them. It belongs fairly to her sisters as well.
So she plotted a plan and started working for the farm their parents were working for, knowing they'd taught her the skills needed and tips to carry on. She excelled at the work she was given and slowly earned her place in the production company.
The appraisal comes with a good paycheck, but it's not enough to afford everything at ease. She was bound to be considerate and think twice before spending. Days go on, but the hard realization dawns on her when the monthly tally overviews the output at least a notch higher than the previous month.
However she worked hard, it wasn't enough to have savings for the future to compensate for the dime. Most of the time, she feels like there is an imaginary grace period that is ready to choke her if she falls back on the schedule.
Clementine knows that she can't go like this, she's been nothing but a programmed machine doing the same routine without a break without any new thing sprouting from anywhere. She knows in the back of her mind, that
sooner or later she will be forced to use the jewels and money their parents left for them.
She wishes to never touch it for expenditure purposes but, whether or not, she needs to feed Eleven little girls and a half if she includes the forest land life, roaming in their open garden who knows nothing about the struggles she faces in her day-to-day lives.
Every day is a new beginning. Instead of wallowing in her worries, as she has no time to drown in it, she smiles wondering what she shall do to render it a better day than yesterday.
Pondering for some time, she beams as an idea blooms in a corner of her mind. With that specific notion on the trail, she strolls into the Bathing Chamber and turns on the geezer, knowing that it will be in the suitable temperature whilst she brushes her teeth and does her daily early morning routine in the exact order she does every day.
Roughly in twenty minutes, her once disorganized space is now neatly made with curtains pulled aside and windowsills wide open.
As her final chore is undone, she walks into their large bathing chamber and places their buckets, knowing which color her sister prefers in two straight lines. And equally divides the hot water halfway on each and repeats the chill to each girl's preference.
By the time she finishes keeping their belongings and essentials, one after one all the eleven girls walks in and takes their allotted place they start taking their baths with some snoozing as they lazily scrub their legs and a couple being chirpy as usual, snickering and laughing as they cleaned their self.
When it's time, and before their fingers wrinkle up, she ushers out one after another with their teeth chattering as the morning breeze blows through the window.
Once she picks their dresses and helps them don them to perfection, she asks the eldest among the eleven girls to usher them to the garden and collect the most beautiful flowers in the garden.
Hearing this, the girl's excitement skyrockets and without another nagging or chorus of cries, they run towards the front gate and scatter all around the place in search of an alluring flower, one for each.
Clementine giggles at their cuteness, and quickly makes her way to the bathroom and cleanses her skin with the now cold water washes her bubble soap-soaked hair by the little girl's atrocities.
Once she's clean as new, she wears her long gown with puffed bell hands, walks ahead towards the balcony railing, and leans over, Clementine dries her long knee-length hair with a cotton towel absentmindedly as her gaze fixed on her beloved babies... And did two simple braids on my black hair.
Their eyes focused as they searched for the best, but failed as they collected some countables in their jute baskets, contemplating which is the most beautiful amongst the others.
Some had leaves lying on their heads, while some jumped higher to pluck the flower that they found so beautiful. Indeed, it was a beautiful day, but before things could go south, Clemy gave herself a glance in the mirror, she headed out from her room and went downstairs as she bellows everyone to assemble near the pond for their usual talk about their magical dreams whilst she prepared their breakfast, all along hearing some of their childish banters.
