After the past week, Boran was almost healed. Even though I stayed with him every second, he still mumbled Berfin's name in his sleep. When my mother called me, she spoke as if everything that had happened was my fault, hurling harsh words before hanging up on me.
"What you couldn't do, Berfin is doing now. You couldn't accomplish anything! While she's enjoying herself with her husband somewhere, you're here threatening to shoot yourself! You fool!" Feeling dizzy, I sat on the chair next to Boran's bed.
"But it's my fault. I knew you couldn't win over a man. Who would want you when Berfin is around?" I silently shed tears, not wanting Boran to wake from his sleep. If I hadn't known she was my mother, I would have thought she was my enemy.
"You even cut your wrists. I cried for you in th
