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61 years After
I WAS VERY MOVED…
When his father went on duty, he was born on the shores of Filidiçi, a light-eyed, blond-haired boy. A woman who would leave a mark on his childhood took him in and became his nanny.
She wasn’t his biological mother, but she was always there for him every time he cried or was afraid. She carried him on her back with a colorful cloth, sang him lullabies under the stars, and cared for him like her own son for years.
When the family returned to Europe, she cried a lot after them. Back then, there were no cell phones or video calls. They lost contact.
But 38 years later, the young man, who grew up and built a life in Spain, never forgot her and always kept her in the deepest corner of his heart.
Finally, he went to the village where he was born and went door to door, showing people black and white photos of his childhood until he found her.
Even if the color of the skin is different, the color of the blood and the love in the heart grow at the same rate.
#fypシ #story
