I will look at the stars again…
Hello, I’m Gohar, I am sixteen years old. I was eight years old when I lost my father. My mother got married again. I think my childhood pretty much ended then, too. My days were sad and dreary. The sky became dark, the sun was no longer smiling. I wasn’t looking at the stars anymore… I’m tired of remembering, I’m tired of trying to forget. Pain was born in my heart and would not die. With all his hatred for me, my stepfather wanted to erase my memory, he wanted me to forget my father. They destroyed the only memento of my father, a small photo. I ran away from home… I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed heartily.
Тhey say miracles don’t happen. But it did happen. I found myself in Sabine Small Home. My home has not been as warm, heartfelt and kind as this house. They warmed my frozen being, filled it with love and great faith in tomorrow. I found people who are kind, loving, gentle and warm. I realize with clear and unbounded conviction that this is my home, my family. I found love, faith and hope. My hopes and dreams are connected with Sabine
Dear people help me in many difficult issues. I study in college, majoring in accounting. I like to play the guitar. I see my future life and dreams here, in this warm hearth, in this moss-green city. I started to laugh… I look at the sky. It is clear and starry. I see my Dad, smiling, happy… Peace be with you, Dad, don’t worry, I am in strong hands. You know, I’m looking at the stars again…