Derviş. My father. A man that I used to hate. My hatred was so powerful that I didn't talk with him for 3 years, not even once. Due to some family problems, I stopped to see him 3 years ago. He is a father. He loves his son. So he called me almost every single day, but I did not answer. I remember, in first times I was thinking about making him forget my voice. Now when I look back, this hatred seems terrifying to me.
But then, thanks to my travels, I decided to have no problem with anyone. I decided to make peace with myself and with everyone around me. I decided to forgive more. And now, when someone asks me "What did you get by your travels?", I answer "I got my father back, thanks to my travels"
So, when I returned to my hometown, I called him and I told him that I wanna see him. After 3 years. I changed a lot. I'm not that Ferat anymore. We hugged. He cried. It's powerful to see a 47 years old man crying. I saw what a terrible thing I have done. The main reason was not what he did, it was me that I didn't want a "father figure" like him in my life. So 3 years ago I found a reason to delete him, and I did, till I realise that it's super wrong. Then I realised and solved this problem.