My Forgetfulness and Comprehension

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I think the streets, the houses belonging to those streets, the trees have a language. Walls darkened on a cold winter day remind me of the face of a poor, hopeless person. Some houses, on the other hand, are illuminated by the silhouette of the happy faces of the peaceful family members on their clean walls. The summer sun illuminates all the houses separately and the walls are smiling. Trees reminiscent of a cold person in winter become carefree, lively and peaceful faces in summer.

I lived in a house with clean walls. I used to love our house, I would feel the peace in it from its outer walls to its street.

I would find fun, peace and love while spending time with my friends on these streets.

We used to play ball with the children of the neighborhood on the streets. The streets were ours and nobody was afraid of anyone, they trusted. The streets were safe to play.

I had a friend named Sedat. We studied together in the same class from elementary school to high school, mostly in the same order. Sedat was a very friendly, mischievous and intelligent child. He had small eyes and smooth facial features. He was known for getting along well with everyone.

We first met Sedat at school, then our paths crossed on these streets. We played many games at first, we accumulated friendships and memories together on these streets. Then, the tea garden by the river became the stop of our early youth. We went from the streets to the houses to study, shared secrets, laughed at many things and cried together. During our high school years, we enlarged our horizons by going to the district and spending time. Just like we have grown our friendship.

We came to this town the summer when I was in the third grade in primary school.

It was close to the opening of schools, and after a long period of time before leaving home, the schools opened. On the first day, we went to school with my father; he showed me the way to school. A little further was the school where he taught. When we went to school, the students were in the queue. When my teacher saw us, he came to us and we met. He sent me to my friends. That's when my friendship started when I accidentally hit Sedat with the bag on my back, and he smiled - `` Have you just arrived? '' And introduced me to my classmates.

However, when we won the university, our paths parted despite all the savings we had. I chose to work in that father's hardware store, and I went to university.

Since my father, who was a teacher in that town, was appointed at the end of my school year, I never went there and I never saw Sadat. We talked on the phone once in a while. Then life changed our priorities, we stopped looking. It is always like that, it is as if it will never break, and then it is forgotten.

I did not forget, in fact, I always had this smiling, cordial and good confidant friend in my heart in my mind. But one gets so used to the rhythm of life that the value of what we left in the past is diminishing. We always leave the living dreams of our childhood. Then we call, we say, and we never search or find.

Years passed and I was assigned to the district that this town is affiliated with, this is a small coastal city with a river in the middle of it. What wonderful days I had in the streets and patisseries of these places when I was a kid and in my early youth. At that time, there were no cafes, there were bakeries. Now everywhere is cafe.

There are no famous shops, kebab shops, pastry shops, stationery shops, hairdressers and barbers that I used to know. Everything has become more proliferated, alienated, colorful but cold and artificial. I don't like this state of affairs, but it makes this city beautiful by reminding me of memories.

That district had a patisserie that I loved very much when I was a child, and another shop was opened in its place. I noticed that shop in the first week. My house was close and I saw it passing by and I would feel sorry. I would feel like my childhood was betrayed. Because I loved that patisserie very much, we used to come with Sedat when I was in high school on holidays. Even in high school, we worked here as a waitress for two months during a summer break. My mother did not agree, I was told you need it. My father said to my mother, let him understand the difficulty of working and earning money. I had a lot of memories of this shop. I guess that's why I got very angry with this new shop. I never went to that newly opened shop.

Until our lady - Erdal said, do not forget to buy bread on the way home, until the last minute to buy bread.

That day, we encountered a hectic event with Sadat again. Since my childhood, I have been remembered for forgetfulness and haste. From giving the copy paper to the teacher instead of the answer sheet when I say I'm going to cheat, to the bag I forgot at school, to working with homework all night and forgetting to bring it to school tomorrow, there are many memories in my life. As I grew up, I still forget everything, how I won the university, finished it, even how I started a family, my father is still surprised. I get nervous and stressed at the slightest thing. I am thirty-eight years old, I have never changed.

That evening, as the manager wanted to hold an urgent meeting, I was afraid of not being able to reach the guests who were coming to dinner. If you know how I got into until the end of the meeting, I am a bit chaotic.

The meeting was over and I immediately took my belongings and rushed out into the street. It was getting dark and the rain had begun. And, unfortunately, there was no bread in the bakeries on my way, nor in the markets. And I was going from shop to shop to catch my meal. I was so confused and frightened that I went into another shop to ask for bread, escaping from the increasing rain. Of course, this shop was opened instead of the pastry shop. Without looking around, I asked if there was any bread.

That small-eyed shopkeeper looked at me with a mischievous and confused look. When I looked around, I came across sinks and tiles. I was embarrassed, I didn't know what to say. But that heartfelt face appeared in my eyes

-Erdal said, are you?

I looked, Sedat. He was looking at me with his big smile, I forgot the bread or something while I was talking about fidgeting and chatting. I was so immersed in the conversation that it was 23.30

Sedat - what have you forgotten, brother, I remembered your guests. I explained it and left there urgently to see you later.

The guests were leaving when I came to the door. I was embarrassed, but there is nothing to do. I apologized, I tried to express my embarrassment by saying we will wait again. Anyway, I learned that my wife did not trust my forgetfulness and bought bread when I said that there will be an apocalypse in the house when I send off the guests. I was just going to relax when my wife was looking angry and angry at me. It was a shame, why didn't I come or something. He was right, but I did not take long to find the friend for years. He did not come to me very much either.

We started to spend good times with my old friend again. My memory was weak, but I started to keep a diary again in order not to forget these times. Just like when I was a kid.

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