This is my continuation of my brother’s story. Apologies to anyone who stumbles across it and is confused by it.
One child remained seated, watching us. He hadn’t taken his eyes off us all the time we were playing and seemed fascinated by the instruments.
Timidly he approached Jawad. “Please sir….can I have a go on your trumpet?”
Jawad was unimpressed and shouted, “It’s not a trumpet. IT’S A EUPHONIUM!”