Many changes have happened during my absence. The thing I really missed was this place.
Well, I may be an ordinary person with nothing special, but definitely I have my own way of thinking which I adore😀
 In a gathering lunch of the whole family at my uncle’s home:
I was looking at their faces. How much fast days elapse. How much we have grown up without noticing, even I. I’m going to be the bride in the next wedding party the family is about to witness few days later!
I’m afraid to grow up. I still love my teddy bears and old memories of childhood.
Nothing could be bitterer for me than throwing away something I love. I’m very attached to my memories. As I have to move to a new house soon, I had to decide what to keep and what to leave behind.
After tidying up my desk, I thought to myself: if people can’t fulfill their promises, why do they promise? They are not obliged to.
If my primary school friends didn’t know me when I saw them at university, why am I still keeping their gifts?
I decided to throw many things I considered as sacred many months ago and thought: How can life mock us this way? To what extent can we keep our memories and our ways of looking at things? How many people spoil our memories so that we hope to forget them? How many others we hope to keep in our minds and hearts forever!
I didn’t go to my uncle’s home with my father, but with my fiance. I didn’t go back with my father, but with my fiance. I didn’t even return directly to my father’s home, but, first, to my fiance’s.
I thought for a second, who are these people? Why should I know them specifically? What am I doing at their home?
I told myself not to be silly, to think positively and let days go on in their work shaping my life in away I will never realize or know how they are going to end it up!
It’s going to be the first day of my last semester at university. I can clearly remember the first day I went there. It was a completely new atmosphere I had to get accustomed to. Anyway, thinking of the last year, the last semester, and the last month (being engaged) seems to put an end for everything.
Looking deeply at each minute detail creates a feeling of grief in my heart. However, every end holds a beginning inside. It will be a new life with every thing starting from the beginning, but I will be the one who portray and color its details. It will be my own, and only my own!