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With relief in my numb body, I looked out the window, my heart was shrouded in darkness like the night that darkened the sky, there was the moon and the stars spreading into that sky, there was no light spreading into my darkness. I took a deep breath and turned my head towards him, wondering why the car was still not moving.Edim was looking at me with all his emotions and eyes removed, but he seemed to be thinking about something. "Aren't you going to ask where we're going?" he asked.I wanted to raise my eyebrows, "You want me to ask?" I asked, my voice knocking out the expressions. A life I knew I had left behind, I knew that Tuncay was the only person who cared about me in that life. Maybe being the unwanted child of your family made the places you go or be taken unimportant. "I thought you'd expect me to be quiet."But I wasn't quiet because he wanted it, my mind was on my family. Experiencing the worst form of being unwanted silenced one's soul and lowered its voice. M

My voice sounded so excited that it was as if all the excitement of the world had leaked into that sweet voice. "To you-"Of course, my mother was not alone as I had lived before, there were a few men dressed in black. My mother was not alone , there were several other men in the room with her. Someone was holding a white piece of paper over his black bag on the beige sofa, writing something on it. Other men were sitting right next to him, standing like statues, perhaps because of their work. How hard these men were, I was immediately frightened of them. What was going through my mind at that moment was this, otherwise these men scared my mother too, my eyes found my mother again. He was sitting at his desk, his hand resting on his forehead with distress, his posture dejected; He hadn't even noticed that I was coming. While little Lavin was waiting for my mother to notice her, Eylül entered. When my mother finally looked up and saw us, she looked at Eylül and said, "Girl, I'm in a me

There is no such thing as freedom, Lavin. Freedom is a word that only has a dictionary meaning. Even people who cry for freedom are slaves to other ideologies and ideas. Don't forget this, girl.As the sharp-edged steel scythe of time glided through the deepest lands of my mind and began to mow the crops and grasses that shrouded my memories, my father's voice rose from the deepest reaches of my mind and echoed in my heart.My mother used to tell us not to worry about my father when he died.When I came face to face with death, I learned that my father was alive, and I was seven years old at the time. My father had asked me not to tell anyone that he was alive. Sometimes he would see me outside of school, sometimes he would disappear and never see me again for a year. Sometimes he would even sneak into the dark rooms where my mother had locked me, and said that one day he would take me with him.One of the days when my mother punished me and kept me locked up, my father suddenly

Before he said it, I opened the door and stepped outside and looked around carefully to see where I was. The surroundings of the house looked neat and well-kept, as far as I could see the ground had been multiplied by green grass. The height of the walls that defined the boundaries of the house was almost the same as the house. I turned my head to the door of the house, cameras were positioned on the right and left corner wall. It was like a clear message to me; You will be watched, I have my eyes on you.As I walked behind Edim, who was climbing the stairs, I saw once again how steep, fearless and confident he was, and was a part of the darkness that fell into the night. As soon as I stepped through the door of the house, I felt that my soul was frozen, this place did not carry the warmth of a home, nor the emotional atmosphere of a home. I always thought that houses were related to their owners, maybe that's why it felt soulless.Feeling uneasy and vulnerable, I just stood in

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was clear. I understood nothing of the patchy sleep I slept in. Someone was walking through the door, I think I was so on edge that that's what woke me up. Before I could sober up properly, I looked up to see who it was. It was an elderly woman with her hair on her head, holding a tray filled with breakfast.For a moment, she and I just looked at each other, as if we didn't know what to do or say. “Good morning, girl,” she said, trying to smile, and I sensed the guilt in her voice. That must be a good thing, right? "I brought you breakfast."I did not answer. The old woman calmly placed the tray on the bed. “You take your breakfast in peace,” she said. Should I have breakfast in peace, was he kidding me or something? "I'll come to get the tray later. Tell me if there's anything you want, girl."“Yes, I want to go home,” I said, my voice expressionless. The woman was looking at me guiltily, I could well go over that. "The police teams h