" Just like Mama!" he cheered.
With a beaming smile, the little boy gently adorned the woman's head with a carefully crafted hat fashioned from beautiful flowers and a delicate vine.
"What happened to your mother?" Tuile asked the small boy, knowing her question was insensitive. The vision had left her feeling puzzled with many thoughts". What kind of place did you come from?"
The young boy bowed his head, his fingers anxiously gripping the fabric of his trousers. His hands shook uncontrollably, betraying the fear that consumed him. His heart throbbed with an overwhelming ache as he cowered at the deafening clamor of terror and gunshots that surrounded him. The once lively and charming child was now reduced to a quivering mess, too petrified to utter a single word.
