At 5 years old, I was taken away from my crowded family living in a small village in Eastern Anatolia for education purposes by my uncle, to a city in Western Anatolia. My uncle was a judge and never married, nor had children of his own. He had no idea as to how to raise a boy to become a better man. So, that’s how I lost my father’s influence on me and his guidance in my life. I often cried, missing my parents, my family, my sibling, playmates and felt homesick. But learned later in the life that the things that my father failed to provide me were nothing compared to what he gave me.