Tükendi
Gelince Haber VerIt was a spring morning. As always, I woke up with the crowing of roosters, the clucking of chickens, the sound of sheep and goats, and the shouts of cattle that sounded like they were hungry. Today was not a school today. We would spend our weekends playing games with my mischievous friends in our village. My mother had prepared breakfast and brewed tea as usual and was calling me.
