Tina entered the house and slowly pulled the door closed.The room seemed silent and so silent, her mother's invisible presence was hidden somewhere in this silence.And the light smell of turmeric was floating in the air.She couldn't remember the last time her mother cooked in this room.Her mother was gone,but the smell was still alive.

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After returning home,Tina felt every day as if she had been lost.No matter how much she worked,how much she cooked, and how much she shopped,her mother's shadow was still behind everything.If her mother were there,she would have told Tina that there would be work in her life, but she needed to enjoy some time in between, sit down and have tea.But now, who would call her or care if Tina had tea or not,no one would have such an emotion except her mother.

The next morning, while decorating the house, she found her mother's old shawl. Tina felt a cool peace as she held the shawl.So she hugged the shawl. Tina slowly sat on the bed and placed the shawl on her lap. Suddenly, she felt someone whispering from the shawl, saying, "I am here." It was as if her mother was smelling the shawl. She knew it was her imagination,this imagination was giving her peace of mind for a while.

Again, that imagination was helping her stand a little stronger.The days passed but Tina realized that there was not only emptiness in the house but also countless memories here and that were connected to the whole house.One night, Tina was very sick and tired, when she started to fall asleep, but she couldn't sleep.Then she was talking to herself and she felt like she was talking to her mother.

She started saying,"Mom, I know you could never be angry with me.If I have ever hurt you, please forgive me.I have tried to handle everything, to fix everything, but I don't even know how much better it has been.The silence did not give her any answer, yet it seemed as if her mother was saying from somewhere that she could do it, Tina, you can always do it, you can do it and you deserve it. I believe it is up to you. In the morning, she woke up with a strange peace.

Tina was walking out to the market and stopped at a place.Her mother's favorite red and white cloth was hanging in a small shop as if it was like her mother. As soon as Tina took the cloth in her hand, a kind of pain arose in her chest.But this time she did not cry, she smiled slowly and calmly. As if her mother was showing her the cloth and saying, "You will like it, it will suit you." And then Tina began to understand in her heart that her mother was not there, but she was there, and that was behind her eyes, in her memory and inside her. This realization was helping her, this realization was an inspiration to be stronger and move forward, she accepted it.

After returning home, she spread out the shawl, some old pictures, and clothes together. Even though tears came to her eyes, they were not tears of pain, they were tears of love and peace. This tear was of a different feeling that was helping her and making the memories tender in her mind. It was as if grief was returning to her as strength. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, disguised as her father's voice, Tina had something to say. Tina opened the door, and her father had an old box in his hand.

Her father started saying that this was your mother's thing, I have never opened it, now is the time. Tina was filled with joy to open the box. She was surprised and inside was a diary in her mother's handwriting. Tina was shocked to see the diary and she was very interested in what her mother had written here and that she would be able to read her mother's writing after a long time. That was why she was happy.

On the first page of the diary, it was written that if I am never here, Tina should read this. I have not heard many of her words, but all my words are here. Tina read these words and hugged the diary to her chest. Suddenly she felt her mother's voice right next to her. Then it was written in her mother's diary, Tina, I never left you, Tina's tears rolled down this time, but she read it and laughed heartily and a lot.In fact, sometimes the cure is not medicine or time, the biggest thing is hidden in memories, in love. Those we haven't lost, we just keep them behind our eyes. And Tina's mother is one of those to her.End.