I didn't sleep. Buses came to the halt frequently. There were one or two people. Dogs are sleeping. It went on for hours and hours and finally the number of vehicles increased. I thought a million billion thoughts.
I may be wrong, but after nineteen years, I can't cry saying I want my father and mother. Those are the two images I have been chasing around for nineteen years. How beautiful were the days when my father came home from the fire brigade. Although we did not get a huge salary, we were happy.
with pleasure? We? Am I the only one, or are there only other people besides my mother? I didn't think about it. I felt ashamed. Although no one could hear me, I was ashamed to think with my mind. Wasn't mother happy?
My mother was legally divorced from my father in the court before. When
