Well, there are probably many people who will be very upset after reading it. I am an ordinary father, the head of the family, who is in his 40s. As I said above, I sat with my beloved wife’s best friend. I met and fell in love with my wife when I was a 19-year-old tribal child ready to put my hands in the mouth of a rabid tiger.
She was a lively and fun-loving girl. Because she was a girl who was always smiling and always helping someone, and she had a heart for others, I was blinded by love and ran after her. She was a woman with such a pure heart that she would even stop to feed a street dog. At the age of 23, we started a family and came out of the wedding palace wearing the king’s bracelet and the queen’s bride. My wife has many friends. Also, he has a lot of friends because he is a scout member.
One of them was my best friend and was closer to me. She was a kind-hearted girl who always went out and shared everything together. My wife grew up with that friend, wearing the same clothes and braiding her hair together, so I respected her friendship. We had a beautiful son at the age of 27. My son is my most important asset, who has given me clarity of purpose in life. His wife’s friend became lifelong friends.
He started a business from the day his son was born and opened a small travel company. Since then, my wife has been going to the hospital. The two of us drag our son to the hospital without a clear diagnosis. My wife’s friend sold her earrings to raise all the money needed for treatment and tests, so we went everywhere. 12 years ago, I had never heard of tuberculosis when I found out that my wife was diagnosed with tuberculosis. Because of the birth of her son, the ha-vdar had metastasized lungs and kidneys all over her body.
The boy is only 3 years old. Parents will live almost in the hospital. My son was watched, fed and cared for by my wife’s friend. It sounds like the sky will topple when you say that you won’t see tomorrow. A 30-year-old man sits in the corridor of the hospital with his legs crossed and leans against the wall, crying like a child, and everyone looks at him with sympathetic eyes. Tears flowed when he looked at me with a look that said, “Make my son a good man, my love.”
I wrote to my best friend that my wife should not leave us, and let my son experience even a little bit of what a mother’s love lacks, and kissed my son and closed his eyes forever. I couldn’t even kiss my son. My son did not recognize his mother, who was bald and could not even move her lips, and stood behind his absent father. So, I experienced the loss of life for the first time. It’s tough. Get back on your feet.
Although my wife’s friend was very busy with people at that time, he always came around without leaving us, he even went to the parents’ meeting when my son entered kindergarten. I’m going to write it down for food. What is a house without a woman? Dirty socks, dirty dishes, every morning when I took my son to kindergarten, I used to take the bed and go out for a cup of tea.
Even the travel company became a forgotten song. I started working in a government organization because I was in debt after selling everything. The guy with whom the wife’s friend was going to date left her and disappeared after hurting her. From that time, we both had more time, and my son started to get better, like a child with his mother, with ironed clothes and laughing. It must have been like this for about 3 years. Just like my housekeeper, sister, and mother, she came and went, and we kept shopping.
Life was a little better than before because I was able to focus on my work and do it well. He did not consider his wife’s friend as his best friend. I left this good man with my wife and son and went back. I respected him as my only friend in life. Once I knew him, I started to protect him and wanted him not to be far away, to come in. Not with any instructions. In my 20s, I’m a little worried about this thought, which I have not thought about other than seeing the best friend of the woman I love. Still single, she feels guilty, as if my son and I are tied together. The year my son turned 7, I dared to ask him to stay with us.