Sahra Aydemir
I had finally settled into my new home completely. Nothing was lacking anymore, though I found myself extremely busy and exhausted from juggling work and domestic life. Thankfully, I had weekends off; otherwise, I would never have been able to shake off this fatigue. During this period, my stitches were removed, and my wrist no longer hurt. Ortaç and Orçun were on duty, and we hadn't met again since he'd had tea at my place. Oya had been discharged from the hospital and returned home, and I tried to take care of her as much as I could. I liked her; she was a pleasant, friendly person. Her illness deeply saddened me.
First, I cut Oya's hair and gave her a skin and hair treatment with the products I had on hand. She was delighted. Then, she shyly asked me to help her with wax
