The Wren:Chapter 5.1-Esila
- 8 May
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Days in Zeyniler were long and cold, but my heart was
beginning to heal. The reason was a small, fragile girl named
Munise. She was like a wild flower growing in the middle of
a desert. Munise had no mother, and her father was a broken
man who didn't know how to care for her. She lived in a
miserable house, wearing thin clothes even in the freezing
Anatolian winter.
One evening, after school, I saw her sitting alone on a rock.
She was shivering. I wrapped my coat around her small
shoulders and took her to my room. I brushed her messy hair
and gave her some warm tea. For the first time, I saw a spark
of hope in her eyes.
"Teacher," she whispered, "will you leave us one day?
Everyone leaves."
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