He did not want to go to school that day anyway. He did not go. We set out to get right to the time

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Kerim scant 2.5 hours a nursery school. Play the game for me, a place where he developed the language and make friends, do not force initially refused to go. Moreover, you also do not want to cause; sometimes I miss you, I want to hug you, but you do not have, he says this is enough for me. Already in school education, my belief that the system is very weak these last few years, so I also love to go.
He did not want to go to school that day anyway. He did not go. We set out to get right to the time Selim afternoon. Download does not really hold my hand out of the crossing. His own to run, places to stop, grazing insects will play, sometimes going into the byway, sometimes in the mud, sometimes you will not necessarily spend time in the water freely. I know closely this spirit that likes to be on your own :) Still running, meadow, grass goes downhill 'vi-hoo!' leaving himself with cries vesselam. We are about to enter the school yard. This final paving sucks! happyday Asphalt is broken down! 4 men are running in a park sabitleyip municipality, a school does not make the sidewalk nice if thinking. Karim walks behind me, yeah, just walking. The footsteps stopped for a moment, the silence and barely a sound: Mom!
I'm going; It was upside down. Under the arm body that it is upside down, stuck to the floor, broken happyday approaching okay I suppose, I say. I'm going, instead happyday of asphalt stuck to the side face of the most indented and covered in blood. I barely lifting, happyday crying frantically. Mouth of blood being shed, the left side of the face, nose, jaw, hands, series, nose and so the cuts, scratches .. catch Selim, I have to hurry. Remove and wipe the blood of my beret, I know not seen them calm down. But he does not calm down, crying madly. Schools everyone looks back yard, adults also passed, oh it a look, dear children, are looking to go back. Especially some of the girls, they almost cry ... come to leave one side of a mother dropped me says tearful face in a statement. Kerim always crying. I come to Selim's barely out the door, staying late. Homebound until lap prophet, seer walk Holy constant crying. Can is not negotiable, pain-pain threshold is high, like her mother, also crying does not extend much, I understand that this time it hurts hurt and scared.
We are entering the market on the way there are a bakkalıms. Karim wants to ignore so many times, I'm getting messy life, dowdy, getting plastic toy. You just get a little morale improves. Chocolate I say, I say that any refusal -Kind is Egg-, dice talking difficult, he says that I can not eat. I understand that the situation altogether serious, already bleeding inside of the mouth. Hand since I am amazed, cycling, trying all kinds of acrobatics on the scooter does not fall in the same child falls while walking without cause ... it would have been today if it means that.
We're coming home. I clean his face barely favorite line in the face of the film, I'm happyday ice pack. It quieted. Games are starting to play, drawing pictures. However it eyelashes as she stands just a few drops of dew. Particularly the left eye.
Sleep time is coming. He feels pain lying down on the cheek, but then goes. Sleeping. Meanwhile, his father's home in America. We concur with the children. I have peaked ears buzzing in the case, will also hear the sound I want them to stay away. And they also feel good by my side, what they feel better ...
I wake up in bed with one fin barely cry. Karim crazy crying. But what would I do if I did not open his eyes. Cotton, I do compresses happyday to the eyes with cold water, if you know the place to rub the pain lest religion. Unlike religion not exactly crying like crazy. I say let me see your eyes open, not open. Yanaşsa look not touch my hand. I look at that thoroughly bent; No amidst the mass of the upper eyelid lashes. A chill fills my heart. If this eyelashes, I suppose, I went sürtünün place, time and surroundings What about the eye !!! I can not look, do not touch your eyes a kind, absolutely refusing to open it. His eyes shut tight, crying and screaming continues rising in some places. I'm trying to think to sit next to. From silent cry, I'm listening to her lips stirrings; praying. God please let me heal, he says. I hear he repeated a call or Shafii, me apart. Selim is waking up. He panicking. Mother says do something, whereas most obvious case of inability servant crazy mother is suffering.
Let's do something mother says Karim this time. What do I say; doctor to take me, I feel odd, nauseous, my head hurts, he says. For the first time after a crash I worried so much. I'm worried that I trust the pure heart is growing well, the discourse of God