A cold wind blows from the balcony. I drink coffee and read one of my favorite books. But the book does not distract me from sorrows for my mother, the difficulties of a hated marriage, and other things.

My new maid enters the room, who was given by my nephew Sultan Ahmed. The young girl bowed her head and folded her hands in front of me in a lock. She asks cautiously, "Do you want anything else, Sultanım?"