And the expected birth happens
My father, who grew up under pressure in a patriarchal society, always expected a son, when the son was seen as pride and the birth child of the home.
First, after four children were born, a girl and a boy, in turn, my father's
The dream of a boy always continued.
Although there were two men, his eyes were never satisfied.
Perhaps it is the point of view of the society of those times.
When my father wanted a boy, there would be four more girls in a row.
And the last hope is now my mother is in labor pains for me.
While my father was breathing deeply in anticipation in the garden, the cigarette he lit one after the other was endless.
This time she is hopeful for her son.
And the expected birth happens.
You have a son from the birth midwife who appeared in front of you.
I am the new little member of the family, opening my eyes to the world.
While my father is dealing with a hoe in the garden, he is disappointed with this news and
the hoe in his hand falls where it is, takes his head away from where he is.
He lingers in the garden until the evening, then he makes his way home helplessly.
Although it is the dream of many boys, she has loved me from the first moment they met.
While I was growing up, I made my father love me by displaying all my cuteness.