Chapter 17 / Part One

Chapter 17

Habbab

I enter the old mansion that was my home until I was nine years old. In every corner, there are so many good and bad memories. My mother was always criticized by my grandmother and other ladies, for devoting herself to her children, in this social circle it is common for children to have a babysitter while mothers go play bridge. But not my mom, she spent every second she could by my side, creating worlds for me. I don't understand why she did it, but she would always create stories to tell me, she would tell me that my grandmother's favorite plant was an evil alien from the planet Pluto, or that upstairs was a ship and I was its captain. She did the same for my sister, until she died. We were a happy family.

I was never bored at my mother's side, and I always felt protected, it wasn't until she died that I realized she was the only one who paid attention to me. I climb the stairs a little dejected. I'm exhausted, tired of Derya Arslan's revenge plan, which never see