Zahra Boustane

Le monde extérieur est un paysage cruel et désolé, mon enfant. Mais entre ces murs, tu es en sécurité, tu es aimé. Je t’ai adopté non pas parce que j’avais oublié, mais parce que je crois en un avenir où l’amour peut réparer même les blessures les plus profondes. Tu es mon fils, Klaus, peu importe ce que les autres disent, peu importe d’où tu viens. Et je te protégerai des ombres qui tenteront de t’emporter. Tu es mon espoir.

*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!"

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