He had said many nice things, but they didn't affect me. He wouldn't love me for being myself. If I made a mistake, he was behind me, but he liked it when I did things right. More precisely, he appreciated it. He was proud of me today. What about tomorrow? What would happen if I couldn't do something to make him proud tomorrow? I would be ordinary. I always was. I didn't sense anything in his words that acknowledged me as Dicle. I was a good housewife and a successful matriarch. He was getting accustomed to and appreciating these things. That was all he said.
Of course, these things weren't insignificant to me. I had never felt this valuable in my life, but it made one wonder. I mean, if he still didn't love me despite seeing all this, would he ever love me?
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