Kadir's past

" Your hair reminds me of the first lights of spring. When my son has such beautiful hair, I don't have to worry about my son not being able to find a mate."

The woman, with her hair of gold, separated strand by strand, danced with the endless green of the grass in the breeze.She was humming happily while stroking the soft hair of her 3-4 year old son in his arms.

"Mommy?"

"What do you want to say, my beautiful son?"

"What does mate mean?"

"A mate means a person you value, my son."

" To value a person? How can I value a person, mom?"

"Caring for a person means truly loving or wanting to protect that person, my son."

"I value you, mom. Does this mean we are mate, mom?"

When the golden-haired woman saw her son looking at her with eyes that resembled the deep sea, she started laughing at her son's naivety.