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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Today is my twenty fifth birthday.
This time of the year is the most difficult for me.
As a kid, I used to be very excited about celebrating my birthday. I used to be so excited, counting days to my birthday, because that used to be the only day when I got attention.
When we got attention.
For me, the meaning of birthday was always associated with my brother. It used to be our day. Our happy day. We used to plan which chocolates we are going to give in our school.
We used to choose where should we celebrate our birthday. We weren't strong financially most of my childhood, but my parents made sure they make our every wish come true on our birthday.
I used to love my birthday's with my partner, my brother, Aziz.
But when I lost my brother, I lost every meaning of what I used to celebrate.
For me, my own birthday seems selfish because it was always supposed to be shared with my brother.
And when he left, every day felt bland and meaningless for me.
I couldn't got to dwell on it, because my parents were in a great shock and no one was there to look after Meltem.
Until the years my mom gained back her sense of reality, she started being present for Meltem and Aygun. Whatever childhood I had with Aziz, it was the best. I want my sisters to have the best childhood too. I want to fulfil their every wish, every needs and celebrate their birthday. Because as a child, your birthday is your day. Only you get to shine on that day.
My childhood ended the day my twin brother died.
Sometimes I wished Aziz death should've been all of a sudden, we wouldn't have expected it. I always prayed to god that he didn't felt pain as his soul was wrenched away. He was already in too much pain in those two to three years of his illness. Somewhere in my heart, I wished he would be the same again. He would regain his face colour one day and join me to play outside with him, I wished I could take away his pain when he used to cry as his feet's and hands swelled.
I used to grab his hand and say, "Don't worry, Aziz, you will get better by morning, you have to be. We have to celebrated our birthday together."
Our eighth birthday was the last birthday we celebrated together, as siblings, as partners, as best friends, as healthy.
Aziz always loved to be at home, eating all the homemade dishes Anne used to make on our birthday while I always wanted to go out.
The seaside used to be our common ground of liking.
Living most of our lives in Ankara without seaside, we both were very excited when Baba told us he would be taking us all to his work place in Istanbul.
