The Great Silence of a Little Child
It was an autumn morning. The leaves had turned yellow, and the trees were slowly becoming bare. Little Emre, as he did every morning, had started playing with his small toy car in the living room. His father had gone to work, and his mother was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Everything seemed ordinary, yet something inside Emre wasn’t right. That morning was a sign of a great change in his little world.
Emre's parents had been arguing more frequently in recent days. But that day, everything escalated to another level. Voices were raised, doors slammed, and things were thrown around. Emre, curled up in a corner, silently watched it all unfold. His small body was filled with an immense fear. A fight so big that a child's mind could hardly comprehend was taking place.
At that moment, he heard his mother scream. His father stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Emre closed his eyes, hoping it would all pass. But when he opened them, he saw his mother in tears. Those tears became the first seeds of insecurity and loneliness in Emre’s heart.
That day, for the first time, Emre felt that the safe and happy world of his childhood had been shattered. His little heart took a wound that would never fully heal. Though his parents later reconciled, the mark of that day stayed with Emre. A part of his childhood was lost in the silent trauma he experienced that morning.
