Once upon a time, a summer night, in one of the big, lucky family gatherings after the dinner, while the laughters were mixing with the scents of the watermelon and the boiling tea, a woman with one of the most beautiful smiles in the world start telling her story. Her illuminating smile left its place to melancholy.

In the old, big house where she used to have breakfast with bread dipped in Turkish coffee in the kitchen, she was living with her aunt made out of cotton and her husband who were unable to have kids. Although she was missing her mother, six brothers and sisters and adorable, huge daddy, she was happy with her mother-like aunt, dolls and coffee.

One day when she was playing with her favorite doll in the house with no other kids or friends, her aunt's husband came, take the doll, hold a lighter underneath and start burning the doll. He shouted -- You are too grown up to play with these!

I still feel like crying when I remember this story. Anybody who loved their dolls when they were kids would understand me. That woman with the nice smile of course find her babies later but the fear of losing them and the melancholy in her eyes never disappeared.

That woman is my mother.

Maybe it's your mother...

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Bir zaman, bir yaz gecesi, yemek sonrasi sansli, buyuk aile sohbetlerinden birinde kahkahalar karpuz, kavun, yeniden ve yeniden demlenen cay kokusuna karisirken dunyanin en guzel tebessumlu kadinlarindan biri cikik, pembe elmacikkemikleri ve cenesini daha da gererek anlatmaya basladi. Onceleri geceyi aydinlatan tebessumu yerini huzne birakti.

Henuz ilkokul yillarinda mutfaginda Turk kahvesine ekmek banip kahvalti yaptigi koskte, cocugu olmayan pamuk gibi teyzesi ve onun sefaat duskunu kocasiyla yasarken cocukca nesesine golge dusuren pek de birsey yoktu. Annesi gibi bildigi teyzesi, bebekleri ve kahvesiyle mutluydu. Diger alti kardesi, annesi ve pek kiymetli ve de heybetli babasini ozluyordu ama...

Birgun yine kendi dunyasinda yasitsiz, arkadassiz bir ortamda bebegine sarilip oynarken enistesi geldi, elinden bebegi aldi ve yavasca altina cakmagini tuttu... Bebek tutusmaya basladi. Tamamen yandi. Eniste --Sen artik buyudun, bebek vaktin gecti! diye bagirdi.

Yillar sonra bile bu hikaye gozlermi yasartir. Bir zamanlar bebegini sevmis ve kaybetmis her cocuk beni anlar. Guzel tebessumlu kadin bebegini, bebeklerini sonradan buldu elbet ama onlari birgun kaybetme korkusu ve o huzun gozlerinden hic eksik olmadi.

O kadin benim annem.

Belki de sizin anneniz...

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