The refugee boy

Previously

…Lily’s eyes lit up. “Really? What are they called?” And for the first time, Karim spoke freely, describing the birds, their songs, the way they built their nests. Lily listened intently, asking questions, her curiosity genuine. As they emerged from the trees and saw the other children and teachers, a sense of relief washed over Karim. He hadn't just been lost; he had found his way, and he hadn't been alone. He looked at Lily, a small smile finally gracing his lips. The park, which had seemed so daunting, now felt like a place of adventure, a place where even getting lost could lead to something good.