Black history

Part 2

Story from Aryan language

For food, I had to change my clothes to a glittering and glittering dress

I took a look at myself

A beautiful face with a small nose and white and shiny skin, long wavy black hair that reached down to my waist and always wished to dance in the wind while galloping on a horse, and something that was completely similar to my mother was my hazel eyes. which was sometimes dark and sometimes lighter

When the door opened, I looked at the only person who was allowed to enter

Arslan

The one who made up my whole being

He looked at me with a deep smile and came towards me. Maybe he was bigger than even big people, but he was the most helpless person in front of me.

He came to me and hugged me without thinking about anything

His warm voice filled my ears

Arsalan: As always, you are the most beautiful person in the world

A deep smile appeared on my face and I put my hand on his head and we slowly went to the big bed in the middle of my room

I sat quietly

He laid his body on the bed and put his head on my legs and closed his eyes and took one of my hands with closed eyes and held it in his hands.

I caressed her soft black hair with my free hand

Black as night

Just like his eyes

With his eyes closed, he said quietly and quietly

Arsalan: Mom, can you read to me?

I started reading slowly

I don't know why, but the first word he said to me was mom. Maybe it was because he fell asleep in my arms every night

Now that he was older, he told me less, but he never stopped

But I never said that word did not make me happy, but when I heard it from his tongue, it took me to the sky and caressed my heart.

And with all my heart, I always wanted Mena to call me like that

That thirteen-year-old boy was really like my child to me, nineteen years old

I quietly stopped reading when he said in a protesting voice

Arslan: Don't bother me anymore. I missed you so much today. You left me alone with that rude and dumb teacher.

I pulled his lip with a laugh and slowly took his head off my leg and got up, he opened his eyes and sat and looked at my movements.

I went to my closet and took out a small black glass and held it carefully.

He looked at the glass in surprise

Arsalan: What is this?

Arya: This is an antidote and also a very strong poison

Arslan frowned

Arslan: Mom, I know I'm worried that someone will poison me, but I'm sure you're always careful, you're the most skilled fighter, the most skilled doctor, botanist, and the smartest person I've ever seen in my life. If you have a weakness, I am sure you will take care of me

With his words, a frown settled in my voice and I put the glass, which was the most important thing I had ever seen, on the table next to the bed and framed Arslan's face with my hands.