The Wren:Chapter 1.1-Defne
- 8 May
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My name is Feride, but if you ask anyone from my
childhood, they will only remember me as "Çalıkuşu"
(The Wren). This nickname was not a coincidence. As a
child, I was incredibly energetic and restless. While other
girls were playing with their dolls in the garden, I was
usually at the very top of an acacia tree, jumping from
one branch to another. I felt free in the sky, away from the
strict rules of the adult world.
My father was a dedicated cavalry officer in the army.
Because of his military duties, we moved frequently, and
I grew up in different parts of the Empire. However, my
colorful childhood turned gray when my mother passed
away. I was just a young girl, and the loss left a deep void
in my heart. My father, struggling with his grief and his
busy career, decided that the best place for me was a
French boarding school in Istanbul: Notre Dame de Sion.
The school was a completely different world. It was a
place of silence, discipline, and long corridors. The nuns
were very strict, and they wanted us to become "proper
young ladies." But I was a rebel by nature. I often
climbed the school walls or hid in the garden to avoid my
lessons. I played endless jokes on my teachers and
classmates. Despite my mischievous behavior, everyone
loved me because I made them laugh in that serious
atmosphere.
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