LETTER TO OMER

You grow up with your longing inside me

The smell of your hair smelling like soap on my nose is still ahh dark-eyed rabbit, I will soon take it into my arms and smell it for a long time. Remember how Stubborn I was from the games I played with you. For every day I stay away from you I make a notch on the wall of my room and then connect them one by one. Trash men are doing it, I add smiley faces like the pictures we made with you, on some I draw eyes like yours, others as long as my hair.

Omar, you're close enough to touch but I can't reach

They broke your sister's arm to you, of course it will heal, of course, these days will pass, maybe my pain will also grow. You are luckier than me, my little rabbit

I hope you will read these things when you go to school. I hope you will have grown up with me.

Although Salih, Ahmet, İbrahim were also older, but they never made a sound, their father's sons do whatever my father says ...

Filiz came, we talked quietly two days ago and said, "Your father İbrahim bought a motor for your brother."

I know how many years my brother has been dreaming of a motor. Do you know why I'm sorry, my little bunny, the price of their happiness has been my tiny body and my big endless dreams.

Anyway, I got used to it, I found the job of writing this letter while burning with the dream of seeing you, I am longing and I will not forget to read and write. Take care, my coal-eyed rabbit, I kiss you a lot.