Chapter Forty-Five

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June 2025

According to UNHCR, "Seventeen years is average time refugees are uprooted from their lives." By this sentence, refugees were refugees for seventeen years, where they were away from their lives and their homes. No one wanted to learn their home, their lives that they had always known, but sometimes you weren't given a choice. It was down to your survival, and your body wanted to survive. You needed to live, along with your family. You needed to escape. The hope was a better life, perhaps get to Europe or America or Canada. It was hard to make it there and hard to live there. Sometimes you weren't welcomed, which could grow to be worse, and sometimes you weren't allowed in.

The sprawling desert wasn't a welcomed sight for Lucy, since she never had enjoyed the desert while working in Africa all those years ago. It was too dry and too vast. It felt as if you would be swallowed up. The sand was too grainy and it brushed against your skin in the wind. The wind blew hard sometimes. The heat was just another thing for Lucy to hate. Harry was more used to the desert; he had worked in the desert numerous times before. Lucy had too, but she never welcomed it. She fought the heat as long as she could.

As soon as they stepped off the airplane in Jordan, Queen Rania of Jordan was there to welcome them, as beautiful as ever. The trip was only meant to be a few days, with the boys at home with their grandparents, but Lucy and Harry had an understanding. This would've taken a week at the least and two weeks would've been fine enough. Anything over two weeks, Harry would've flown back to be with the boys. Lucy knew how to handle herself, and this had always been her passion.

Queen Rania of Jordan walked with them as they toured the largest refugee camp in Jordan, which stretched on for miles and miles. The camp was big enough to be a metro area. All tents were inhabited. Families overflowed some tents. It was hard to watch as some children knew nothing more than this tent they had lived in for their entire lives, with the technical refugee crisis starting in 2013. These human beings, alone, came from the Middle East and Africa.

 These human beings, alone, came from the Middle East and Africa

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Queen Rania of Jordan explained along the way with other members of the group

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Queen Rania of Jordan explained along the way with other members of the group. There were translators around and there were members of the UNHCR and other humanitarian aid groups. The refugees, the human beings, looked on, wondering who the blonde woman and ginger man were, why were they important. Whispers echoed through the crowds, but they were mostly quiet. Cameras followed the couple as they walked along. Queen Rania spoke about her many times, as well as the time Charles and Camilla had visited.

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