SECTİON 6

I read some books today. I missed Mystery so much. I texted him. He said they'd stay another week, they had a job. I was so broken. I thought she'd be there for me for my birthday, but she was married, she was pregnant, she had more important things to do. Anyway, I'll have my coffee this year and drink it while I read my book. That's how most of my years go, so I thought at least the beginning of my age would be like this. My mom's here. She hugged me for her birthday. I was so full, I cried. Of course, my mom didn't understand why I was crying, but whatever. He gave me a box and left. I had my favorite toy when I was little. I lost last year and sat and cried. I asked everywhere, and I didn't find the same. How thoughtful my mother was. I loved this moon so much. I hugged him and fell asleep...

I shut up a lot at night. I seemed to get asleep. I looked at the laptop a little bit. I entered my mail account and saw the message from an anonymous account:

"Happy birthday, Oya. Remember that som I put on the door?"

I was frozen by the message I read. Who was that? I was bursting with curiosity and very angry with my mother. Who found my little toy and sent it back? I've got it. Why would a person need that? I was so upset. I was curious, but I was very angry about this message. But for me, it was a very valuable thing. I'm starting to think the sender is someone I know very well. Because very, very few people know the value of this moon in me. My mom gave me the present, but she was asleep at this hour. I didn't think my mother would need to do that anyway. I was so curious. It was best to hold my sober and sleep. I'm hugging and I'm going to sleep.

I thought a lot when I was asleep at night. Could it have been a mystery? It could have been. But why would he write from a secret gmail? It sounds a little pointless, but I couldn't think of anyone else. I thought I'd get up in the morning and call him. Now I'm going to sleep nicely...

I woke up, packed my room nicely, and as I agreed to make breakfast, I realized I had to call Gizem. I picked up the phone right away and called him.

"Hello! My mystery man, good morning, how are you?"

"Good morning, Oya! I'm fine, honey, how are you, what's up?

"I'm fine, too. I need to ask you something..."

"Ask me ... Don't crack with curiosity!"

"Taman, okay, don't get mad. I had a month old man. I lost it last year. In fact, I loved it. "

"Yes, of course I remember. I don't remember at all, do I? So what's not for him?"

"Yesterday on my birthday, someone left her at the door. And he texted me from a secret gmail."

"Oh, my God! Who's that? Yuh, Oya, I'm shocked. Tell me what else he said."

"There's nothing to tell. He didn't write anything else. You're the one who sent this, tell me the truth quickly. Swear on it. Or I'll sulk."

"Hop! What do you mean, you? What do I have to do with this kind of thing, girl? Well, it wasn't me. "

"Oh, you're right. Anyway, Mystery, I'm sorry. Can we talk later?"

And I hung up so I could. The answer I got made me more curious. And since he didn't send a mystery, who was this mystery person? I went to my mother and asked. He asked her to explain it in detail. "I found it at the door in the little box I gave you like this. I opened it, and when I saw the soms, I brought it straight to you. I'm sorry I made it look like I bought it myself, pretty girl. I'm going to get you a present soon. "

I said I didn't need to, so I hugged him. Then I went into the room. I texted him to his e-mail account. I said, "Who are you?" I sat over the laptop for hours but didn't get any answers. I waited so long, I was tired of waiting. I went and made myself a cup of coffee. I took my book and decided to read some books. Right at the most exciting part of the book came my mother. He said to come ready to eat. I was just noticing I was hungry as a wolf. My mother was always doing chores by her own because she knew I was distracted, thoughtful. I'm a little mad at myself for this. I was neglecting my parents because I was going to deal with stupid people. After dinner, I packed up the kitchen and realized my mother wasn't sweeping the house. I just started sweeping the house. My mind was so obsessed with the sender of the message that I was sweeping the same corner for half an hour. My father called out. I came to my sedi, and I kept going. When I stopped sweeping, I went straight to my room.

I wanted to continue with the rest of my book. But I couldn't. I was so curious about the writer, so I opened the laptop and went into my gmail account. But there was still no answer. So I got stuck on social media a little bit. I looked, and all the friends threw wedding pictures. Especially when someone commented on a picture of me. "Oyaci, when are you getting married?" I'm so annoyed. I'd be reprehensible if I didn't write a sarthing thing. But because I didn't think it was right to argue with people, I just deleted his comment and passed. He said Gizem was going on vacation. If it were him, he'd be helping me now. I was so bored. It was too heavy in the book I read. I was so preoccupied, I just wouldn't know I was reading it. He was sleepy. I slept the way I closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes with the sounds of Happy Birthday Oya. My mom bought a cake, and when I didn't wake up, they woke her up like this. I was so happy. It was like the world was mine. I got up, blew out the candle, and hugged them. I'd forgotten all the problems in my head and I was as happy as the world to have a family like this.

We had cake together and we had classic family conversations. We did some relatives. I didn't like it very much because of the rumor of relatives, but when you listen, you can't let go. My uncle had a daughter, for example. She had a boyfriend of five years. When my uncle said I had no consent, she ran away. My uncle and sister-in-law were devastated, but nothing came of it. Besides, my cousin sent us a wedding invitation. My people were very ambivalent about going. So I said they should go. They hired you to come, but futilely, I couldn't easily go to everyone's wedding and adjust to the questions I was asked when you were getting married.

It's like I like being a little different in this life. It wasn't for me to be like everyone else. I took a picture of the cake and threw it in Mystery. Because if you were here, we'd eat together. He saw it right away, video call. I missed him so much in a few days. We talked a little too much as normal. And then we hung up. I was so happy that I slept tonight without even looking at my laptop, hugging my sober.

When I woke up this morning, I woke up very peaceful. I felt like I'd got the tiredness of the months off me. I had the idea to take the college exam again. I decided to go to the place today and buy some books. I went to the station. I was so hungry, I went and ate hamburgers. I went to the seaside for a while. I sat for close to half an hour, listening to music. I feel like I was relieved. I got up and went to bookstores. Fortunately, our financial situation was normal, but I didn't mind the price of these fire-priced books. I bought my books and went to a library. I realized I'd finished my reading books. The idea of taking advantage of the library made perfect sense. There were a lot of books, but I got two books that caught my eye, and I left. I realized I haven't been to the station in a while. I've looked at a few clothes, you know, it's almost winter. I was cold. I decided to take some of my likes and go home.

All of a sudden, I felt like I was being followed, but when I turned around, everyone was on their own. So I thought I was impressed with the movie I was watching, so I moved on. I was exhausted when I got home and there was a guest in the house. I said welcome to their side and went to my room.

I put my feet up and went into my e-mail account to see what was going on and there was a new message: "I'm sure the green suit you today will suit you, and good luck with your college exam. Sleep well with the teddy bear. "