Yağız took a deep breath, his cheeks puffing out. Before he blew them out, Elif started the song, and everyone joined in, their voices rising in a messy, joyful harmony: "İyi ki doğdun Yağız, iyi ki doğdun Yağız..."
In the soft glow of seven flickering candles, Yağız’s eyes widened. He saw his family, his friends, and the cake sitting proudly in the center of the table. His mother leaned down, kissing his forehead. "Make a wish, canım ," she whispered. Д°yi Ki DoДџdun YaДџiz Д°sme
Yağız was turning seven today. To Elif, he was still the energetic little boy who followed her everywhere, clutching a wooden toy boat. To their neighborhood, he was the kid with the loudest laugh and the fastest legs in the narrow cobblestone streets. Yağız took a deep breath, his cheeks puffing out