Yasemin's Struggle 2 E-Book

Nurgül Sönmez

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• Serie: Yasemin's Desperation 1, Yasemin's Struggle 2, Yasemin's Revenge 3
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 277

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Yasemin goes to a foreign country in complete sadness. She is not familiar with either the culture or the language. Pain does not stay away for long on this journey either. Nevertheless, she firmly believes that she will not give up. Determined and full of courage, her struggle begins. A struggle that will demand everything from her. Will she be able to protect herself and her siblings? Will she gain the victory?

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YASEMIN’S STRUGGLE

Originally translated from German, published in 2022 ©

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Translation: Nurgül Sönmez

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Biography

Nurgül Sönmez

21.08.1979

Germany

Nurgül Sönmez was born on August 21, 1979 in the town of Werdohl in North Rhine-Westphalia.

She lost her mother in a serious car accident in 1995.

During this time, she was more of a mother than a sister to her eightyear-old brother. In 1999, she was appointed as the guardian of her younger brother. From then on, she replaced both parents and lovingly supported him in all his ways. She has a younger brother and three older sisters.

In 2015, she lost her father to a serious illness.

She achieved many successes between 1995 and 2000. She began writing the year she lost her mother and has written countless poems and novels. All are based on true events. Apart from her unpublished stories, rights to over 50 novels have been acquired by a well-known composer and more than 2500 poems have been acquired by various publishers. Now she is no longer behind the scenes, but on the stage with her works.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Notes

Excerpts from my real life!

I like to express myself in simple colloquial language. Preferably warmly and honestly. Nevertheless, I am of course also used to expressing myself professionally and in a way that suits my environment.

We speak a little differently everywhere, don't we? It always depends on who you're talking to.

I have a certain talent for languages because I grew up bilingual. My mother tongues are German and Turkish. I don't find it difficult to communicate in different languages. I can communicate with my body language anytime and anywhere. I think you could expose me to any country in the world and I would always be able to communicate with the people there. Is this an undiscovered talent?

Other countries, cultures and languages fascinate me. So is it any surprise that I have already traveled to over 40 countries in our beautiful world? Even I wouldn't have thought there were so many countries (laughs out loud). I've traveled around a bit...

I didn't actually travel to these countries as a tourist, as you might think. Most of my visits were to meet the heroes of my books. To meet books. Business visits, so to speak. That does not count as a vacation.

I've hardly ever taken a "vacation", if at all.

I have discovered real projects close to my heart on a few trips.

I became a sponsor for 3 orphanages in 3 different countries.

Turkmenistan, Afghanistan and Nigeria.

Before I finish, I would like to share some memories from these orphanages with you. I visited one of my heroes from an unpublished story in Turkmenistan. I spent about 12 days there. During that stay, we met a little boy who was crying on the sidewalk. He looked different from the other children there. We stood there helplessly with a crying, grieving child of 3-4 years old. As we didn't know how we could help the boy, we alerted the police. Together with a policeman, we drove to the local police station. The child was a Pakistani boy and was to be placed in an orphanage. All the details he was able to provide were recorded by the police and handed over to the orphanage. We accompanied him to the orphanage.

"Who found this child?" one of the caretakers at the orphanage asked us. "Me," I said. "What should he be called?" he asked.

"Mohamed," I replied. We took all the documents for a sponsorship with us. I made a promise to myself; I want this boy to go far one day.

I want him to have a chance of a better life. He is Pakistani and he should not be separated from his homeland. This promise was never broken. He studied and got married one day. Yes, I have adopted him as son. Today he is a consul in his home country of Pakistan.

When I visited Mohamed, I noticed four girls who made me curious. I had to know more about them. Four sisters, inseparable. They were beautiful. Immigrant children of Mongolian Turks. Their parents died young. I felt for these four girls as I did for Mohamed, and took on their responsibility including their professional life. For some of them I was like a sister, for others like a friend, for some like a mother and daughter. They have given me many happy moments so far. Even if I hadn’t give a birth to a baby, I have 526 children.

I also played a key role in changing the law in Afghanistan to make everyday life easier for women there.

I don't see myself as an activist, I'm not. I see myself more as a part of life.

To this day, I haven't spoken to anyone about it. You shouldn't talk so much about good deeds. Just do them. If everyone does it, maybe together we can make this world a little more bearable.

I am wholeheartedly committed to social projects.

The more books you order, the more help we can give to the victims.

And to you, dear reader. If you have a life story that touches our hearts, write to us!

Together we are strong.

AUTHOR'S WORK

Her first book ANA (Poem - Turkish) was published in

2014

2015

YASEMİN'İN SAVAŞI (Turkish)

2017

YASEMİN'İN İNTİKAMI (Turkish)

2021

Matilda (Turkish, German)

1001 GECE YERİNE - BİN BİR GÜN (Turkish)

STATT 1001 NACHT - TAUSENDUNDEIN TAG (German)

YASEMİN'İN ÇARESİZLİĞİ 1 (Turkish)

YASEMİN'İN SAVAŞI 2 (Turkish)

YASEMİN'İN İNTİKAMI 3 (Turkish)

2022

Matilda (English)

YASEMINS VERZWEIFELUNG 1 (German)

MAAROUF (Turkish, German)

INSTEAD OF 1001 NIGHT - THOUSAND AND ONE DAY (English)

YASEMINS KAMPF 2 (German)

2023

YASEMINS RACHE 3 (German)

2024

YASEMIN'S DESPERATION 1 (English)

YASEMIN'S STRUGGLE 2 (English)

YASEMIN'S REVENGE 3 (English)

MAAROUF (English)

All books have been translated into French and are planned for future book projects. This will be followed by translations into Arabic and Spanish. If there is interest and demand, there will also be translation in other languages.

Her works © are based on true events and she continue to support social projects with the proceeds of the books.

Soon also available as audiobooks!

Thousands of voices can be hope for a voice.

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Together we are strong.

Based on a true story!

Yasemin goes to a foreign country in complete sadness. She

is not familiar with either the culture or the language. Pain

does not stay away for long on this journey either.

Nevertheless, she firmly believes that she will not give up.

Determined and full of courage, her struggle begins.

A struggle that will demand everything from her.

Will she be able to protect herself and her siblings?

Will she gain the victory?

CHAPTER

1

My Beloved Home!

An iron gate opened automatically in front of us. The driver drove slowly through it. Suat cried out in astonishment, smiling and surprised. “Oh, what a beautiful sight! What a beautiful place it is.” Yes, it really was, it was a beautiful place.

When we wanted to take our luggage with us, the master of the house said: "What are you doing there? Let go. Your luggage will be brought in.“ Then he smiled again as he turned to me and said, “I would be happier if you just said Hikmet, my child.“ They were very warm, just hearing that was enough for me. "Did my wife Filiz tell you about our daily routine on the way?" He asked.

"Yes, she did. You have thought very carefully. It will do us all good if family friends come to visit.”

I was determined to share my experience, but it was also important that we build trust and sympathy for one another. In fact, the excitement was great. If I couldn't get close to the family, I would be silent and unable to speak. I said to myself, "I hope we will be compatible"

Then Hikmet, the master of the house and his honored wife Filiz, the lady of the house, showed us the whole house and the surroundings.

Don't look at me when I called it home, this was a very, very luxurious villa. Access was through a large iron gate. The total area was seventeen thousand, even more seventeen thousand five hundred square meters. The entrance was fitted with a private security booth and camera systems showing the entire area. Black-clad security guards were also active. After walking a long way through the big and wide grassland, the villa appeared right in front of us in all its glory. It had a mesmerizing beauty with its seating, the paradise garden of colorful flowers and plants that gave people tranquility just by watching. The terrace alone lay in front of our feet in all its beauty. The presence of a large swimming pool was like the name of the fun that made the summer months the chilliest of days. A large piece of land was set aside for three beautiful horses and paddocks. A little further there was a beautiful outbuilding, carefully built for the staff and thought out to the smallest detail.

The villa itself had eight parking spaces, four of which were open and four covered. The exterior of the villa was magnificent as was the garden area. It was immaculate and partially decorated with white and cream colored tesserae. Modern lanterns provided sufficient light. Inside, I couldn't hide my surprise when I found a large living room, two kitchens, a bathroom and a toilet, an indoor floor-to-ceiling pool area and a Turkish bath.

As soon as I saw the rather large and ornate dining table, the first thing that came to my mind was that it was the area where crowded meetings were held and crowds of guests received. One of the kitchens was set up like a restaurant kitchen as you know it. It has been meticulously thought out down to the last detail. All the preparations for the special guests have been carefully made in this kitchen. The other kitchen was very stylish with white high gloss furniture where the daily meals were prepared. There was a separate door for staff to enter the kitchen. There was also a special area built just for them. Paintings carefully made by Filiz hung on almost every wall of the object.

As I climbed the stairs, with every step I saw more pictures of Filiz stylishly adorning the walls. Upstairs were the rooms for my siblings and me. My room had an en-suite bathroom while my siblings had separate rooms and a shared bathroom area. The rooms of the couple Hikmet and Filiz were on the upper floor. There was also a large cinema. Everything was very luxurious.

However, I had seen worldly possessions but not worshiped them. I had experienced both wealth and poverty but God is the giver and the taker.

Peace, love and affection reigned throughout the house. All the beauties caressed my soul.

The staff brought us all lemonade. It was the first time I was treated like a child. I never knew that feeling. Because I had always faced older, more mature behavior. Everyone had higher expectations due to my age and for the first time I was a kid here. The first time! It felt good, I couldn't describe how good it was.

Hikmet and his wife Filiz introduced us to the house staff. The gardener Osman was married to Aunt Meral. The couple were responsible for the family and the staff. The personal driver of the family was called Ahmet. In the case of crowded parties and dinners, special chauffeurs were brought in to transport the guests. Hasan was the head chef of the house and two other chefs worked with him. Dilek and Elif were responsible for the housework. Uncle Osman and Aunt Meral managed all the staff and other family concerns. There were also three other household helpers: Natalia, Filiz and Selda. That day we met Uncle Osman, Aunt Meral, Dilek and Selda for the first time.

It was like paradise here. The peaceful nature was reflected on my face. When Suat saw his teacher Nihat coming, he called out, "My teacher is coming." He got up happily. Suddenly, teacher took the tray from the staff and brought it to us himself. What a surprise! “The drinks have come. The services are mine”, he said cheerfully, putting a smile on everyone's faces.

After serving the drinks, Suat's teacher first greeted Hikmet: "My dear father!" When he saw his son and he kissed his hand, his eyes shone. He was his pride and joy. He let this feeling be felt in every respect. He stroked his hair with one hand. "Welcome, son," he greeted affectionately.

Then it was his mother's turn, whom he kissed on an elegant level, saying, "My Queen, dear mother." But he didn't put her hand on his forehead, which was the first time I saw someone's hands like that to kiss. What a polite treatment.

His mother was also enchanted by him. “My son, my child, my only son. My eyes were already looking for you. Welcome home,” she said with a warm smile. At that moment I saw on Suat's face, sadness, his chin was shaking slightly and his eyes were filled with tears. I immediately understood my brother's condition. At that time, his teacher immediately turned to Suat, who had also seen the tears: "Suat, welcome!" He kissed his cheeks and then hugged him warmly. “Yasemin, my dear sister, you are also very welcome! ” he added, kissing my cheeks and hugging me like a loving brother. He seemed even kinder to his family. But such bad things had happened that it wasn't even possible to be warm and sincere. Finally, he turned to Kiraz, whom he also hugged and kissed.

Together we sat down at the table, where he got down to business without breathing: “Father, mother, I have to talk to you about a very important topic about Yasemin. I'm leaving tomorrow morning, but first we need to discuss this matter. If necessary, we must intervene immediately.” Without wanting to be disrespectful, I directly involved: “But not in front of my siblings, definitely not.” Everyone had agreed with my decision. Suat's teacher spoke up again, “Then let's get up and talk in another room. ” He was already getting up, but Filiz, amazed at his reaction, protested. “Son, let the children breathe. Then we go and talk. Is it that urgent What's going on here? ”

“Mother, father. It's more urgent than we think, let's go in please, we have to intervene immediately if necessary,” said Nihat.

Thereupon everyone got up immediately without further contradicting. In one room we took our seats in armchairs. My brother Nihat related what he had seen and heard. There were good things and bad things. As he looked more closely at the marks of the beating on my face, he became even more angry. “Yasemin, tell us what happened. You don't have to tell everything. Just tell us what you can, you're safe here. Absolutely nothing will happen to you, you can be sure of that.” He challenged me. Filiz and Hikmet kept looking at each other. "What's going on here?" the question was reflected in their expression.

I respected all three very much. With all my courage I could say it on the phone, but now, sitting across from them, greeted so kindly and warmly, I couldn't pollute their lives and their views on us with these nightmares and traitors. I started to cry. No, I couldn't tell. It felt like I had swallowed my tongue. As Filiz got up and hugged me, resting my head on her shoulder and running a hand over my hair, Nihat began to speak:

“Yasemin, my beautiful sister. It's not your fault, you know that. I see you, you don't have to be afraid of us, we are your family. I know it's hard to tell, it's not easy. But I must now say it with mercy.”

I could live with that, I nodded, but I couldn't stop crying. I hid my face in shame.

Before Nihat began to speak, Hikmet suddenly took over in his full wisdom: "Nihat, was Yasemin raped?" He had asked clearly. “Yes, my father. I gave her to her aunt yesterday with my own hands. There were no signs of beatings on her face. She was abused and beaten by her aunt this morning. When her aunt went to the market, her brother-in-law raped her,” he confirmed.

Sobs came over my mouth. My head was still resting on Filiz's shoulder. His father took immediate action. “Darling, don't leave her, stay with Yasemin. I will inform my friends (doctor, inspector, commissioner, prosecutor, etc.) that we are coming. Everything necessary is initiated immediately. We're leaving now, get ready. We don't have a minute to lose.” He instructed, then got up to call his office. After Filiz helped me wash my face, we walked to the car together.

"What will happen now?" I asked Filiz anxiously.

“Don't worry, my daughter, we'll go to the clinic first. You will be treated in order to be able to file a criminal complaint with the public prosecutor's office, we need a medical report. This phase may be exhausting for all of us, but we will get through it together. Happy days await us, my dear Yasemin.”

All my worries and fears were gradually taken away from me.

After my health check was over, hormone injection therapy was done to keep me from getting pregnant. I didn't know the exact name yet. But later I found out that there is a cure to not get pregnant. It is given for three days. The commissioner, a friend of the master of the house and Hikmet, came to the hospital with three police officers. Only the professor and I were in the doctor's room. The others waited at the door. They came to the hospital so we wouldn't waste time. So I related what had happened.

All of a sudden, the inspector said. "That's enough for now, little one." The words stuck in my throat as I made my statement. Most of what I wanted to say didn't come off my lips.

After the first statement, they explained to me that they could arrest him immediately and bring him before the prosecutor's office and that after the hospital we had to go to the police station. Meanwhile, they arrested my brother-in-law.

As I related this, what my father had done to me at the police station flashed before my eyes like a film strip. It was my own father who subjected me to this cruelty, who prevented me from testifying. Who had prevented the punishment of those who had wronged his own daughter and ruined his daughter's reputation.

This time, the rapprochement of a family I had never known before with such optimism and warmth brought me to justice. What mattered was humanity, it was priceless. Either she was in the hearts or she wasn't. This was the love of God. In this company I felt safe again from the heart. With their honesty, faith, conscientiousness and that compassion in their beautiful hearts.

On the way from the hospital to the car, Filiz said. “My dear Yasemin, now Hikmet and his friend the commissioner will receive the arrest warrant from the prosecutor's office. The person who did bad things to you will be arrested. The driver will now drop us off at the police station. Our lawyer is there, I have also informed my friend, the psychiatrist. It would be better for you if you gave your testimony before the commissioner and the judge in the presence of a lawyer and a psychiatrist.”

Suddenly I felt a sense of relief, I was facing a first I had never experienced before. This time it was a fight for me, they would listen to me and appreciate me. So this is family love! So that's called family love!

At the police station we were treated very well. They immediately took us to the commissioner's room and served us tea, water etc. The psychiatrist, Nalân, seemed to me to be very warm, too. Her approach was very sincere and loving. At that moment I decided to talk to her. At the same time, I listened to what the lawyer was saying to Filiz. They were formal but also sincere as they were also family friends.

Then Filiz came to me and hugged me. "My dear Yasemin, my little rose," she said in a reliable and sincere tone, kissing the top of my head. “Everything will be fine, believe me.” Though it was hard for me to believe, I sighed "God willing."

The commissioner and Hikmet had also arrived at the police station. Before they entered the room, a voice called out in the hallway. 'No one leaves the room until the commissioner arrives,' said Mr. Mustafa, the lawyer. I suddenly felt a little nervous about everything. We were all excited.

Hikmet wondered at me: "We are with you, my little one, don't be afraid!" He stroked my hair tenderly.

"I'm not scared anymore. You've given me so much confidence that I'm no longer afraid.” I replied.

While I was giving my testimony in a casual and difficult manner, only the lawyer, the psychiatrist and the detective were in the office. Hikmet, Nihat and Filiz were housed in another room because they didn't want to face the crime family face to face.

My brother-in-law was arrested. The inspector persuaded him: “You will soon be brought before the magistrate. Be sincere! They will face you to the criminal. The magistrate will ask you important questions. You must answer these questions." Then the inspector turned to me: "We have your medical reports. You will also be present at the magistrate. If you cannot speak, remember that the lawyer and the psychiatrist are with you. You don't need to be scared. The law is behind you. This is a democratic country, nobody can harm you, nobody can oppress you. You have rights.”

Of course I was excited. For the first time, people stood behind me. Those who did harm would suffer their punishment in this world and in the hereafter. A voice called me from the corridor to the magistrate. He wanted to take my statement and asked me to come in alone. My file was in front of him, and he quickly scanned the pages. I didn't know how to act. Then he started questioning us. Of course there were questions that I found difficult. It took me a while to answer and I swallowed hard.

Realizing I was having trouble telling the whole story, I asked permission for my psychiatrist and attorney to enter the room. After agreeing, they were brought in. Not wanting to testify in the same room as my brother-in-law, I was relieved to have assistance.

After I gave my testimony, my attorney told the magistrate. "We will submit the written statement to you again so that nothing is missing from your testimony." Hikmet, Filiz, the attorney, the psychiatrist, and I were able to leave after we gave the statement had signed.

I was tired. The whole thing had exhausted me. That feeling was relieving, as if the burden had been lifted from me. The odds were good.

What would happen now?

What would I experience next?

I didn't know. This uncertainty was like a heavy burden for me. While Filiz held my shoulder with one hand, Hikmet on the other hand gave me a lot of confidence. I felt sadness and heaviness. The driver brought the car to the gate of the police station, opened the doors and waited for us. I went step by step into an unknown life.

“Everything is fine” will forever remain my favorite lie. Because everyone believes in them, and I don’t have to explain anything.

CHAPTER

2

While Hikmet was away, he called the house and asked Suat and Kiraz to prepare. "We're coming to pick up the kids," he said, and hung up.

Then he called a restaurant and reserved a table. "Keep the next tables free, I need quiet," he asked. At that moment I looked confused at Filiz. She just smiled and stroked my hair.

He then called Eda, his private chief secretary, who he instructed that even the children's boutique should be closed.

"Were they that rich?" the thought crossed my mind. What we wanted wasn't clothing or garment, we just wanted a normal life and being able to be children. A life under normal conditions, nothing more.

To Hikmet and Filiz, who wanted to give us the best of everything, I said in embarrassment. “Please, please, you embarrass me enough as it is. You have done more than necessary. There is no need for what you are doing now. We don't want that much from you! Like a mother and like a father, you opened your arms and the door of your house to us. You supported us I can't ask for more from you. Please, I'm embarrassed."

“Don't worry, my child. Everything is as it should be. After picking up Suat and Kiraz, we go shopping and then we go to dinner. We have enough for today. Tomorrow we will all wake up to a new day together. I hope a new day awaits us. Afterwards we will talk about school and the daily routine so that we can put your life in order. ” Hikmet and Filiz kissed my forehead warmly.

It was the first time I had tasted so much love, respect, appreciation, trust and safety. What a comforting feeling it was to have a family and to feel wings from a guardian angel. I fell in love with both of them at first sight. They were warm and sincere. The peace of being in secure welled up in me. It was a warm feeling, very warm...

At the house, the children were standing in front of the garage. Nihat offered: "I will follow you with Suat and Kiraz and give you moral support."

Without wasting any time, we continued on our way. The tiredness of the day weighed on me. The weight of the painful memories I had experienced crushed me. In the car, I leaned on Filiz's shoulder. I was mentally and physically tired. I didn't want to go anywhere or do anything but we were all hungry. I didn't want to spoil and upset their plans. According to them, they had dreams for us that they wanted to make come true. I was afraid that if I objected or tried to prevent it, I might hurt them.

First we went shopping. They closed the boutique for us and dressed my siblings from head to toe. I wasn't used to this luxury. Every time I got my hands on something, I gave it to my siblings.

Filiz understood me. “We'll come back here with you. It's been a very emotional day for you,” she said. Luckily they had my siblings fully equipped. It was the first time I had seen them so happy in days. After shopping we went to the restaurant. I had never eaten at a table like this before. I was always afraid of doing something wrong. They ate with fine cutlery, I had never learned or seen eating with a knife and fork! They deprived us of everything that would await us in the new life. I said "Hello!" to a life I was getting to know for the first time! It was a loving life that gave us safety and security. First of all we said hello to the life that will lead us to live our childhood. When we got home that day, I was very tired. Filiz was almost like an angel with wings around me to take care of me. She could understand my physical and mental exhaustion.

Yasemin had sent me these words in a voice recording. The recording she made filled the entire tape, which I listened from start to finish. I almost fell into the tape, so excited.

When I got to the end, I called Yasemin to congratulate her. She deserved praise for her courage, determination, warrior spirit, productivity and decency. On the phone she then told me that she had also started to make an audio recording with the third cassette. Of course I was very happy about this news.

The entrance especially "HOW" Yasemin entered my private life was different from the other people I had met in life. She had left marks on me. "I'm glad she's one of those rare people I consider valuable."

Almost two weeks had already passed. There was no trace of the third recording that Yasemin had started. We had hardly spoken on the phone in the last few days because we both worked very hard and under difficult conditions. The ability to capture their experiences also depended on their emotional focus. In fact, it was well into the third week before Yasemin's cassette reached me. It evoked the same excitement and emotion as the first cassette I received. I wanted to end the shift and listen to the recording.Yasemin continued them as follows:

Filiz came into the room with me and kept assuring me: "This is your home now, my dear Yasemin, my beautiful daughter, everything will be all right. Even if today is our first day, look how positive it went.” In fact, she was right. From this family I experienced the love, care, warmth, value, respect and importance that I had not even seen from my own family.

She had filled the tub for me and was doing her best for me to rest. As she took care of my siblings, the tiredness of the day in the bathtub eased.

From time to time I felt like screaming as much as I could. I could have gotten over what I had been through in one fell swoop. But I couldn't scream through the walls imbued with a sense of peace and security. If I wanted to, they would definitely let me. As long as I got back to myself as soon as possible. I was pretty sure of that.

After a nice and relaxing bubble bath, I dried my hair, then I entered my siblings' room. Filiz read a fairy tale to my siblings. I slowly approached them when she gave me a coming signal with one hand. She quietly opened the covers, I was surprised because I hadn't expected this. Overjoyed, I crawled under the covers. I couldn't describe how beautiful it was. I think it was the best memory I had after those nightmare filled days, as well as those beautiful, fine people I met.

Under the blanket, Suat had fallen asleep on Filiz's left side. Kiraz and I lay on the right side. With her left hand Filiz held the book, her right hand took it from Suat put it on my head and stroked my hair instead of Kiraz, my hair. It was like feeling an angel's wing and a mother's arm. I would never trade that feeling even if they gave me millions. Some time ago I wanted to scream as loud as I could, but now I lay quietly on the bed listening to a fairy tale.