Hello, After my husband passed away, I started planting seasonal vegetables in the garden in front of our house and selling them at the market in order to take care of my children. My only wish was that my children would not live the poor life we lived. That’s why I wanted them to study and have a job so much.
I would wake up early in the morning and prepare the few pieces of breakfast that were left at home for my children, and I would put 3-5 liras in the pockets of their aprons so that they could buy bagels for lunch. I would leave the house every morning and go to the market.
One morning when I woke up, I cut a stale bread that I bought from the bakery for half the price, I put a small piece of cheese and about 10 olives as an addition to the bread. My 10-year-old son Veysel had woken up at that moment.
He looked at me for a moment. He examined my skirt with countless patches on it and my very old cardigan for a long time. Just as I was about to put 5 liras in their aprons and leave the door.
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