Kairen

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While Ozan was putting his suitcase in the hallway, I brought myself by dragging my suitcase and set it aside. "If you told me my daughter I would help."

"No problem, uncle. I can carry it myself." We would set off to go to Izmir soon. In fact, I would go back to the school I used to study, so I wasn't a stranger.

"You got your passport or something, didn't you, Kairen?" my uncles wife asked, looking at us. As I saw more of them, I remembered my father. Even though the parts of my mother were not left behind, many people carrying my father's blood had been around me.

"Yes, aunt." I said shaking my head.

"We have to go out, Kairen," Ozan said, looking at the clock on the screen of his phone. "We're going to be late. Let's not linger."

When I walked towards the door and started wearing my shoes, my eyes found him when I heard my uncle's voice again. "Are you sure you don't need money? Look if you need money and if you don't tell me.."

Without letting him continue his sentence, "Don't worry, uncle, you know. You know, I already have the money left from my parents. There is money coming from both social media and my writings. Don't worry about me." I said, tying the strings of my shoes and getting up.

"See, your nephew even makes money out of stone." Ozan said in a sarcastic tone. "If you are clever enough in this period, you'll be able to earn money. The rest is an excuse."

As a little giggle gree on the lips of my uncle and aunt, I opened my arms and hugged my uncle. I was really missing my mom and dad ... Even though this feeling was not frequent to me, there were moments when they were smoking in my nose. Everything had been like yesterday. Sometimes I realized I was watching the void or the door. I felt as if they were going to come out of a place, but it was not. My sorrow had already left its place to sorrow ... When man got used to the absence of someone, sadness would gradually disappear and was replaced by sadness and emptiness.

I seriously loved my uncle; He was the best man I saw in my life after my father. He was both funny and understanding. This has always been the case in my eighteen-year life. Ozan was most like him, it was an inevitable fact. Although his appearance looked like his mother, he took most of his character from my uncle.

"Be very careful with yourself." said my uncle Golge, pulling back and stroking my hair. "Do not tire yourself, choose to study more than work, okay? We are here. Helping and asking for help is not a crime."

"Okay" I said smiling. "Take care of yourself, uncle."

My uncle hugged Ozan, "Don't be a bum." He said in a sarcastic tone.

"Come on dad, when did you see my bum?"

A small giggle rose from the lips of Beste aunt, while keeping myself difficult to avoid laughing.

"I know my beef son."

"I am leaving now and you are calling me beef, you will not see, dad, you will not see me." Ozan said, switching to agitation mode. "Looking at my room, the space in my bed will make you sad now."

My uncle suddenly hit his head and said, "Look at the donkey." He said in a sarcastic tone.

Beste aunt approached me and kissed my cheek and hugged me tightly. "I know you both can take care of yourselves. Just know we're with you."

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It was a while, and Ozan and I had come to the house where we were going to stay, even partially settled. As I left the hours behind, I noticed that I had finished all my work in my room. I threw myself out to get air.

As I walked, I let my thoughts wrap my mind. Which I usually wouldn't do, I kept my brain busy with what I was doing all the time. Because as I thought, I felt that I was drawn into the bottomless well.

I was thinking about what happened in my life; with good and bad. Could I be the person I am today if only one of the events I have experienced so far has not happened? No, I could never be. So I did not regret what I experienced, did not blame myself and complained. I was happy and pleased with the person I saw in the mirror today.

I was constantly innovating, trying new things. I don't know, but I had to learn and do new things all the time. I loved dancing, writing, reading, fighting. Although I was not very good at fighting, I knew a few techniques, but it was not enough.

As the weather began to darken, my eyes caught him, seeing a lonely man sitting on the bench. Actually, what caught my attention was that I knew him ...

I can't believe it. This is Ali Kaya. The fighter...

I was paused in my place with astonishment I was experiencing; I used to constantly follow his fights in the rings. I even adored him. He was one of the best fighters, but suddenly he gave up fighting and was away from the media. Now, like a normal person, he was sitting alone on the bench.

When I approached him with procedural steps, his eyes found me. He looked at me for a while without lowering his hoodie. What am I supposed to say? Can I have your signature?

After a short silence, I finally opened my lips and said, "Why did you stop fighting?" I asked suddenly.

She looked at me with eyes that didn't understand. More precisely, he had a surprised expression on his face. His hair was lightly whitened and he looked like he was collapsing. So he was not happy.

"Do I know you?" He asked suddenly. One side was screaming inside me; I couldn't believe I was talking to him right now.

"You don't know me but I know you like most people."

"Are you fighting?" He asked. "Actually you don't look like a fighter."

"Why is that?" I asked suddenly. "Because I have make-up on my face and I'm well-groomed? Or my style of clothing?" Prejudices..

He exhaled his breath. "I left it because I didn't want to keep fighting."

"So you won't continue? No chance to return?"

"No."

As I filled the air with silence, "I will ask for something." I said. "Would you train me? Like a real fighter?"

Ali Kaya's gaze found me again. His eyes were like the eyes of the fox; even the color. "No," he said without thinking. "No."

When he suddenly stood up from his seat, I said, "I give as much money as you want, monthly." I said in a flat voice. "So it's okay. I just want to be a good fighter like you."

When he was going to go, he said, "Everything is not money."

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