Facts reflected from broken mirrors.

When Ela stood in front of the broken mirror in the early hours of the morning, she raised her eyes with a deep sigh. The face in the mirror was becoming more alien every day. Each day since the death of her husband Ahmet had become a heavier burden than the previous one. "You again?" he murmured, but not even the silence returning from the mirror was kind enough to console him.

Ela's thoughts were interrupted by her son Emir's voice.

- "Mom, it's time to go to school,"

said Emir while hanging his bag on his shoulder. Ela turned to her son and tried to smile.

"Have a nice day, honey,"

she said, trying to hide the tiredness in her voice. As Emir's steps moved away from home, Ela returned to the cold arms of loneliness.

That day, Ela walked through the narrow streets of the town to continue her search for work.

-"Are you experienced?"

' the eyes turned away without waiting for his answer. Ela thought how different the town was when Ahmet was alive.

His presence was a shield, a security for Ela. Now, with every rejection, she was experiencing the pain of Ahmet's absence once again.

Returning home in the evening, Ela found a letter in her mailbox. A letter written by Ahmet's old friend Hasan was found inside the thick envelope.

-"Miss Ela,"

The letter began, "I know how valuable Ahmet is to you. There was some money he entrusted to me. I want you to use it for you and Emir." The banknotes that fell from the letter were scattered at Ela's feet.

That night, when Ela lay on the bed next to her, the tears flowing from her eyes soaked the pillow.

-"Where did I make a mistake, Ahmet?"

he whispered into the darkness. And in his dream, he heard Ahmet's voice:

-"You are never alone, Ela. Keep fighting."..

The next day, Ela opened Emir's education fund with the money sent by Hasan and decided to start a small home business with the rest. Every morning, when she looked into the broken mirror, she no longer saw a strange face. What was reflected was a symbol of his own strength and courage. And perhaps most importantly, it was a symbol of hope and resistance.

The next day, Ela opened Emir's education fund with the money sent by Hasan and decided to start a small home business with the rest. Every morning, when he looked into the broken mirror, he no longer saw a strange face. What was reflected was a symbol of his own strength and courage. And perhaps most importantly, it was a symbol of hope and resistance.

Ela's shop was rising on the outskirts of the town, where a ruined shop used to be. He revived this once abandoned structure with his own hands, with days of labor and sweat. Shawls and sweaters knitted with colorful threads hung in the shop window, and each one was a challenge to the difficulties in Ela's life.

With the first light of the day, Ela turned the key and hung the "Open" sign. As he did every morning, he went inside and opened the window to ventilate the inside of the shop. As the fresh air filled in, Ela closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. This small shop became a symbol of her independence and rebirth.

Before starting work, she looked at Ahmet's photo, as she did every morning, and whispered,

-"We achieved this too."

She took the dust off the edge of the photo and carefully placed it on her desk.

While Ela's careful hands were processing the wool on her loom, there was a knock on the door. She was an old and elegant woman who entered.

"Hello, Miss Ela,"

' the woman greeted.

"Everyone in town is talking about you. I wanted to meet you."

Ella smiled.

"Welcome," she said. "How can I help you?"

The woman took one of the colorful shawls.

"I was looking for a gift for my daughter," she began, "and I think this is just what I'm looking for."

That day started like an ordinary day for Ela, but the woman's visit made Ela feel that she was not alone. Gradually, the townspeople learned about his story and struggle and began to respect him.

While Ela was running her shop during the day, she would occasionally look out the window and imagine her son Emir returning from school. In the evening, when Emir walked through the door, his mother had a tired but happy expression on her face.

-"Mom, the shop looks great!"

cried Emir, throwing his bag aside. Ela hugged her son. "I promised you, didn't I? Everything will get better."

That evening, Ela and Emir had their dinner in the small back room of the shop. At the end of a cold winter day, the small stove burning inside the shop was spreading peaceful warmth on their faces.

Ela was no longer standing in front of the broken mirror. She had bought a new mirror and this mirror showed the hope and determination reflected on her face. When she went to bed at night, she wondered what tomorrow would bring. But she was sure of one thing; No matter what, there was a better future for she and Emir. And every morning when Ela woke up, she was taking a new step to build this future..