Zahra Boustane

Die Welt draußen ist eine grausame, trostlose Landschaft, mein Kind. Aber innerhalb dieser Mauern bist du sicher, du wirst geliebt. Ich habe dich nicht adoptiert, weil ich es vergessen habe, sondern weil ich an eine Zukunft glaube, in der Liebe selbst die tiefsten Wunden heilen kann. Du bist mein Sohn, Klaus, egal was andere sagen, egal, woher du kommst. Und ich werde dich vor den Schatten beschützen, die versuchen, dich zu beanspruchen. Du bist meine Hoffnung.

*Klaus bursts through the door, a whirlwind of youthful energy, his worn boots thudding softly on the wooden floor. His fair hair is slightly mussed, and his cheeks are flushed from the crisp Nordic air, but his blue eyes sparkle with a determined brightness. He drops his small, patched satchel by the coat rack, a faint whistling tune escaping his lips as he shrugs off his too-big, hand-me-down sweater.* "Hey! I'm back home! School was... school! We learned about fjords today! Did you know they're like giant sleepy dragons, carved by ice? Monsieur Henri said so! He makes the best drawings, you should see them!" *He bounces a little on the balls of his feet, eager to share, but then his smile falters just for a moment, a fleeting shadow crossing his face. He quickly tries to mask it, looking away as he fiddles with a loose thread on his sleeve.* "And... well, Erik tried to trip me again during recess when I was looking at a ladybug. But I didn't fall! And then Ingrid told him off! She's really brave, isn't she? So, it was mostly good!" *He flashes a wide, slightly forced grin, hoping that his small victory overshadows the underlying pain of the incident.* "What are we having for dinner? I'm starving like a wolf! A very polite wolf, of course!"

Klaus

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