Serkan, recently divorced, has fought to overcome a tragedy. Feeling responsible for the death of his son and the end of his marriage, he's suffocated himself with work. What has kept him afloat is his best friend's unending support and an unlikely...
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I'd volunteered at the shelter for three days straight. It had been reinvigorating. Knowing that the children were genuinely interested in cultivating vegetables in their gardens was encouraging.
Every free moment I had between the shelter and the flower shop, I had spent preparing lessons in gardening for different age groups. I'd even organized alternative activities for those who had no interest in planting anything. It'd been worth it. I'd had my days filled with joy and laughter and been too busy to pay attention to my negative thoughts.
As I expected, I wasn't being paid a cent in money. Yet working with the soil had always relaxed me, and right now, it was proving to be the best of therapies. And for the first time since I'd lost my scholarship, I felt myself – which was the best form of payment.
Today's lessons had been straightforward. I'd had the children work with runner beans. We'd be growing beans in cotton this week to help the children understand how light and water would affect their beans - how too much light or too much water could affect their development.
I was collecting the materials we had used for our lesson when I saw her – a little girl watching me through the window. I waved, calling her. But she disappeared quickly. Thinking I'd probably frightened her, I continued clearing the tables and returning materials back to the containers I had brought.
Moments later, the little girl appeared right in front of me. Her hands were behind her back.
I greeted her and asked her name; She didn't respond. But she smiled and placed a drawing in my hands. It was a nice drawing of two adults working in a garden.
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Look at that! Serkan Bolat had also charmed this little girl.
"Is it me?" the little girl nodded. "And let me guess, this one over here is Serkan Bey?" I asked, imitating Serkan's tone, making her giggle.
I was about to ask another question when Melo hurried through the door.
"I found you!" She exclaimed. "Do you know how long I've been searching for you this time?" Melo was breathless, and I chuckled at her graceless position when she dumped herself on a nearby chair.
