Good-bye to My History

Goodbye Turkey, family and friends. Good-bye springs after severe winters and smell of oleaster flowers that generates by burning sun of summers. Good-bye warm winds bringing me the soft smells of mountains. Good-bye collecting mushrooms under a slow rain in the small mountain of my cute village. Good-bye firewoods smell burning in stove, and good-bye my childhood. If adapdation to change were not become the rule of life, I would not say Good-bye for many things I left in my history. I have to say good-bye now because there are a huge distance from my childhood and my homeland. Good-bye green trees and praires. Good-bye cold water of the fountain.Good-bye bruises on my leg, and itching them. Good-bye to people who sacrifice themselves to give others somethings they have. Good-bye.