“That little boy who missed his mother so much that it made him tremble inside didn’t know what it meant to grow up. Even though he’d grown into a man, his facial hair grew in, and he fell in love, he was still the same boy who’d lost his mother. Dead children never grow up, and the dead never age, and the same holds true for the people who are left behind. Physically, the world keeps turning. But your inner world—the realm you carry within, your internal life—stops at the moment you lose someone you love.”
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Şebnem İşigüzel,
The Girl in the Tree
