“Your Majesty, please forgive me for banging on your car. But please help me. You’re the only one who can help me. Your Majesty I am a Jew from Germany. Through your kindness I was brought here by the Kinder Transport, but my parents are still in Germany. I am so frightened about what happened to them. Sometimes I think I will never see them again.” He burst into tears again.
The king inquired about Beryl’s family’s name and address and had an assistant write them down. “Let’s see what we can do.” He patted Beryl on the head, and Beryl hopped down from the cart.
A few weeks later the Headmaster called him into his office. “You seemed to make quite an impression on the king. In fact, he sent you a gift.” The headmaster opened the door and standing there were Beryl’s mother and father.
