Book #3 of destiny series could be read as stand alone.
S A K I N A S A F I :-
For me, my sole focus is my family. Providing a better life for my sisters, and my mother. I left my city to find a job in Istanbul. I have no reasons to mingle with...
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11 years old.
I was only right about one thing.
Me and Aziz never got to celebrate our eleventh birthday with happiness.
I couldn't understand the things Anne and Baba talked to each other, but I do understand that things aren't going well, and I know they are not going to be well for a long time.
In next few months, it will be two years since Aziz started getting sick.
Two years since he stopped going to school.
Two years since he stopped playing with me.
Two years since he stopped talking.
Two years since I lost a part of my brother which I know I won't be able to find again.
Doruk's grandmother, she is a kind lady. Just like Doruk says about her. When she heard about us, she visited us and checked on Aziz and Anne who is pregnant.
I heard baba talk to Doruk's grandmother how the doctor suggested that a new born baby's bone marrow will be a perfect match for Aziz.
I didn't knew about Aziz's disease, so I asked Doruk and we both searched on Google on his computer which his father gifted him.
Something happened with him too, something which he refuses to tell me. His blue eyes doesn't smile anymore.
He smiles, but that smile isn't real.
Something is weighing him down and he refuses to tell me, when I try to pry him for answers, he simply denied and said it's nothing I need to worry about.
If he can worry about me then why can't I?
But if he says I shouldn't worry, that means he got someone else to worry about him.
So am I not his friend anymore?
What if he doesn't wants my friendship anymore?
Doruk might get friends but I won't.
"What should we name your sister?" Baba asks as we both stare at the little baby wrapped in a pink blanket through a glass window.
I look at him. "I can name her?"
He nods. "You can."
I smile. "I want to name her Meltem."
Baba smiles, "Summer breeze." He sighs looking at the baby, "I hope all of our worries fly away by the summer breeze."
