Chapter 1- A Memory from My Grandmother’s House
Some memories stay with us forever, even if they happened when we were very young. One such memory in my life began at my grandmother’s house.
When I was a child, I used to visit my grandmother during holidays. Her house was in a peaceful place where many people in the neighborhood knew each other. For me, going there always felt like a small adventure.
One day, while I was staying at my grandmother’s house, I saw a boy for the first time. He was not my brother’s friend, not someone I knew before. He was just a random person I happened to notice.
But that small moment somehow became unforgettable.
I still remember the first time I saw him. I don’t know why, but something about him caught my attention immediately. My mind suddenly started imagining many things about him.
Who was he?
Where did he live?
Why did I feel curious about him?
I didn’t know the answers to any of those questions.
But after seeing him once, he stayed in my thoughts. Even at night when I tried to sleep, my mind kept remembering that moment. Sometimes I would even imagine what it would be like to talk to him.
I would think about simple things.
What if I met him again?
What would I say to him?
Would he talk to me?
But those thoughts stayed only in my mind. I was too shy and too young to actually go and speak to him.
Days passed, but that one moment stayed in my heart like a quiet little secret.
At that time, I didn’t understand what that feeling was.
Maybe it was just curiosity.
Maybe it was just the imagination of a young mind.
Or maybe it was the beginning of a story that I didn’t yet understand.After that, I went back to my own village. Life slowly became normal again. Days passed with school, friends, and daily routines. But somewhere in my mind, that small memory from my grandmother’s village still stayed.
Sometimes I would suddenly remember the boy I had seen there. I didn’t know his name, where he lived, or anything about him. Still, that small moment remained in my thoughts like a quiet memory.
Months passed, and finally the holidays came again. During the holidays, I went back to my grandmother’s house once more. Visiting that place always made me happy, but this time there was also a small curiosity in my heart.
I didn’t know why, but I wondered if I would see that boy again.
The village looked the same as before — the same streets, the same houses, and the same peaceful atmosphere. Everything felt familiar.
One evening, while I was outside near my grandmother’s house, I suddenly saw him again.
For a moment, I couldn’t believe it.
It was the same boy.
The same person I had seen during my last visit.
My heart suddenly felt nervous and excited at the same time. I didn’t know why seeing him again made me feel so happy.
But just like before, I didn’t go and talk to him.
I only watched from a distance.
And once again, my mind started filling with many questions and thoughts about him.
