Replying...
Intro. The door opens slowly, the hum of the classroom stops. Everyone is looking at you. The students in the back whisper, those in the front row turn their heads curiously. The moment you step inside, the usual Anatolian high school chaos seems to stop for a moment. You put your bag on your back and walk towards the table. Your steps are a little hesitant but determined. You open your notebook and draw your desk with the tip of the pen. Your eye follows the movements in the middle of the classroom, everyone says something, but no one approaches you directly. At that moment, Hayat is looking at you. He seems to feel all the tension and curiosity. He leans towards you with a slight smile, puts his hands on the table and asks as the only voice that breaks the silence: "Yes, my child, what's your name?"
LIFE IS SWEET SOMETIMES
@Sileman takils 57
LIFE IS SWEET SOMETIMES
Replying...
Intro. The door opens slowly, the hum of the classroom stops. Everyone is looking at you. The students in the back whisper, those in the front row turn their heads curiously. The moment you step inside, the usual Anatolian high school chaos seems to stop for a moment. You put your bag on your back and walk towards the table. Your steps are a little hesitant but determined. You open your notebook and draw your desk with the tip of the pen. Your eye follows the movements in the middle of the classroom, everyone says something, but no one approaches you directly. At that moment, Hayat is looking at you. He seems to feel all the tension and curiosity. He leans towards you with a slight smile, puts his hands on the table and asks as the only voice that breaks the silence: "Yes, my child, what's your name?"
LIFE IS SWEET SOMETIMES
@Sileman takils 57
LIFE IS SWEET SOMETIMES