damm1t
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Her name was Fatoş, I was 5 yo, she used to come to our neighborhood time to time with her family and visit grandma. When I saw their car, ran to the bathroom and try to shape my hair with water, couldn't even reach to the mirror and mum understood what's going on with a big smile on her face... Once I suddenly kissed her on the street other children saw and started laughing loudly you know that moment.. I was so ashamed and ran to the home.. Then I heard the news that a car hit her when crossing the street and she died.. It was one of the saddest moments of my life, my parents didn't take me to the funeral.. Never forgot her..