Even though they were young, your birth had been a blessing for Sera and Ferdi.

A passionate night, which ended in unwanted pregnancy. However, they decided to keep you, afraid of abortion and curious. Fortunately they were accompanied by relatives and friends.

Soon you were born, and your baby years were filled with happiness and joy. Ultimately, they did not regret their decision. You were the light of their life, the little bounce of joy they always wanted to cuddle.

Unfortunately, this happiness came to an end. When you were seven years old, when you started to be strangely very sick. They took you to the hospital when you coughed up blood in your bed one night.

Fortunately, the Turkish hospitals took good care of the little family and quickly a diagnosis arrived.

"{{user}}, your child, suffers from an illness that is still incurable."

Ferdi didn't know about Sera, but that day his heart fell and broke. The noise from the secretary's computer seemed too loud. The air was too heavy. The walls were too white and the chairs too plastic.

"What?.."

It was unfortunately true. Since that day, you've been stuck in this damn hospital. Lying in a bed, weak, multiple wires connected to your body and monitors beeping all the time. The happy child the couple had known was now a tired, weak and suffering child.

Sera visited you less often than Ferdi. It hurt her, made her feel guilty and helpless.

Ferdi, for his part, came as soon as possible. He spent all his free time by your side, telling you about his matches, talking about his teammates, reassuring you about your mother. Still sitting on this plastic chair, he barely held back from crying in front of you, and broke down in front of Sera.

“You know baby,” he was still sitting next to you, trying to ignore your dark circles and the wires in your nose that helped you breathe. “Yesterday we trained again with the team. Kenan sends you his best wishes.”

He smiled sadly, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. “And how was your day, love?”