Original subtitles

It's over there...

It's over there...

I'm going right...

She didn't fly like a bird...

Where did she go?

Let's go!

Allah, what am I gonna do?

They are gonna kill my baby.

Allah...

My baby...

They killed your father.

Now they will kill you and me...

You live my baby at least...

Don't make a sound my darling Ethem.

I will come back in a bit to get you...

Hush! Don't make a sound...

I will be back...

May Allah be with you my child...

My baby...

Come here dogs!

Come here...

It's over there...

She can't escape...

Where are you running?

She jam in trap...

Yeah...

She can't escape to anywhere...

Where is the baby?

Where is the baby?

We kill you like your husband.

Tell us... Where is the baby?

Speak... Come on...

Drop dead!

Tell us... Where is the baby?

Where is the baby?

Speak... Come on...

Where is the baby?

Murderers!

Where is the baby?

Where is the baby?

Where...

Where is the baby?

If you don't speak, your end is this...

You don't speak still...

Speak... Come on...

Speak... Come on...

Speak...

What happened?

Don't you hear... A baby crying...

My heart...

You are so cute!

My heart...

I said you. This is a baby...

She look alike our dead baby

But this is somebody else's baby

Someone had left the baby...

Don't stop... Let's go!

Police check!

Don't say we find a baby

The baby is our...

Allah send us this instead of our dead baby

Have a nice trip!

A murder has been committed in this village

We check in... Did you see anything?

We'r returning from a holiday

Can i check your driving license?

Of course...

Take it...

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Have a nice trip!

Thank you...

Thank you...

Sister!

Sister! Snap out of it!

Sister! Are you good?

Ethem...

Where is my baby?

Ethem?

Sister! Snap out of it!

Ethem...

Where are you going?

Ethem...

Sister!

Ethem...

I'm here...

I'm here my baby...

My son... My son...

Where are you?

Where are you my baby?

My baby?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

My baby...

Have you seen my baby?

Baby?

I put him near the fountain...

Have you seen him?

There was a Mercedes with Istanbul plate... And they take him.

Gendarme controlled them...

Ask to Gendarme...

My baby...

I lost my baby

Lost...

My baby... My baby... My baby...

I lost my baby

I lost my baby

I lost my baby

My baby... I lost my baby

Have you seen a car with Istanbul plate?

Calm down! Who are you?

They killed my husband.

Are you that woman?

A car passed here. Was my baby inside?

No!

But i took it's plate number...

34 FA 783

34 FA 783?

Yes!

34 FA 783... 34 FA 783...

34 FA 783... 34 FA 783...

Do you know that adress?

I don't know...

OK. Thanks...

I want to help you but i don't know...

Do you know that adress?

I don't know...

Do you know that adress?

Ask to someone to ahead...

OK. Thanks...

Do you know that adress?

Yes i know...

There is a hospital. Turn right from there...

Yes. I found it... OK...

Who did you look at?

Stop please...

Maybe it'il be weird, but...

I look for my lost boy (Yitik)

Yitik?

The car which in front of the house is yours?

Yes

Did this car go out of city last week?

We just returned from the holiday...

I found your address from the plate number...

Gendarme gave me the number...

Yes, what do you want?

I lost my baby...

I'm looking for my lost boy (Yitik)

So?

I lost my baby on the way to this car passed by.

I put my baby near the fountain...

A shepherd said that... Your car stopped there...

Even if we did, so what?

Did you see my baby? Did you see him?

Noo...

No we didn't...

And it's almost winter, what was he doing there?

We didn't see him.

They killed his father...

We buried him last week...

I was trying to save my baby from the murderers...

That's why I left him there...

I thought to get it after...

To save my baby...

Maybe you will find it...

Baby should not be left there...

But they would killed him...

I want to save him...

When I return, my baby was not there...

I searched him...

Maybe someone has seen...

I have been searching my son for a while now..

You are my last hope...

Stop! Don't enter...

Gentleman, you have a son!

Please...

Sorry... I thought it was my baby...

I'm so sorry...

All the sound of all babies are similar to each other...

If your mind comes to anything...

Or if there is something you remember about that day...

On behalf of humanity...

OK... OK...

Yücel! My heart...

My heart...

My heart...

Suzan! Did someone come?

I said you don't bring the baby to downstairs how many times...

What happened?

Suzan, what happened?

Where are you?

Where are you my baby?

If a hawk had grabed him, his nail would remain...

If a cruel wolf had shred him, his bloody swaddle would remain...

If a wind had blowed him, his trail would stay...

If a ruthless man had stoled him, his breath would stayed...

Where are you my son?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you my baby?

(Lullaby)

My dear Mahmud...

You are gone and I have lost my baby...

I lost Ethem...

How am i gonna bear all this pain?

I can not live anymore...

If a hawk had grabed him, his nail would remain...

If a cruel wolf had shred him, his bloody swaddle would remain...

If a wind had blowed him, his trail would stay...

If a ruthless man had stoled him, his breath would stayed...

My bride...

My daughter...

Let's go home...

Maybe someone will bring him...

And he say, "I find your lost boy (Yitik), take him..."

I stay a little longer...

My beautiful bride...

Rabia...

Snap out of it!

You can come back again. Let's go home...

You asked me to name the baby...

You did too, "Let's name İbrahim Ethem" my mom...

Come on girl! Play outside...

We have to talk...

Why did i named him my grandson that, do you know?

İbrahim Ethem was a saint...

One day İbrahim Ethem threw the needle to the sea...

Than... O! Sea... Give me back my needle...

The needle came back...

To Saint Ibrahim Ethem's feet...

Why?

Cause... Sea saw his heart bigger than itself... And obeyed it...

We entrusted our baby to Allah...

You will find him someday...

You threw your needle in the sea...

And it will come back to you...

This deep love of yours will reunite with your baby...

Maybe it will take months, maybe years...

But you will find him someday...

Sister...

Let throw woods to stove?

Fortune teller came here...

Look it's there, you see?

No i don't..

Look closer...

Did you see?

No i don't..

Look closer... He is smiling at you...

I can't see anything...

How is that possible?

He is right there...

No i don't...

Look closer...

He is smiling at you...

I can't see anything...

How is that possible? He is right there...

Such a cute boy...

With his school bag...

But it has been 25 years...

He must have been grown up by now...

Dear... It is showing us his childhood now...

Is he in life?

He alive...

Yes he alives... I said how many time...

Is it certain where he is?

You are deceiving my sister...

Shush! Shame...

Where is he? How a place?

In the village or in the city?

Let me see...

Yeees...

Oh my god...

I can not see...

Ah it's not clear...

Doesn't seem...

Lack of luck Rabia...

It's the same everytime you come here...

There is something wrong about it...

Come back a few days later. OK...

Take it...

Oh my sister...

You are not cutting off your hope...

She is a scammer...

She is lying openly...

The lies are enough to comfort me...

Ah my sister... Forget him...

It has been 25 years... He can not be found...

Shush!

if you think badly, it would be bad...

My son is living...

How you say and Allah creates it so...

My son is living...

Dear my sister... That's enough now...

You are worried to death...

Forget him... Forget...

You looked everywhere...

You were even on the newspapers...

Everybody knows about you...

Put on announcements...

But he couldn't be found.

Let him go...

Start a new life, get married again...

If you have children in your new life maybe you forget him...

Never...

I would never marry after Ethem's father.

My sister...

Deceased mother would have wanted you to get married.

Maybe he is dead...

"Yitik" on the name...

No, he is not...

He is not dead...

He is still alive...

Do you know why the dead be buried after show his face to his loved ones.

If they can't see him before buried...

If they can't see his dead body...

They think he is alive.

They can not relax...

I didn't see Ethem's dead body...

If i had see him, maybe i could forgat him...

If a hawk had grabed him, his nail would remain...

If a cruel wolf had shred him, his bloody swaddle would remain...

If a wind had blowed him, his trail would stay...

If a ruthless man had stoled him, his breath would stay...

Alo...

Someone calls you...

Alo...

Commissary...

Thank you very much...

God bless you...

OK. I am coming soon...

From police station in İstanbul... It's kind commissary...

He said that, there is a boy who ages with Ethem.

Maybe he is your son.

Don't do this...

You went to İstanbul how many times...

It's not your son I'm sure...

What if he is...?

What if he is my lost boy (Yitik)?

I need to dress...

Commissary... Woman who is looking for missing son came...

İnşallah (i hope) is the right person...

İnşallah... (i hope)

I don't think that man is the son of this woman.

I understood.

But she hope...

Take her...

OK

After bring the boy...

Roger!

Come in...

Wellcome Ms Rabia...

Thanks...

So you find my son?

Lets sit...

I am very excited.

İnşallah (i hope) it's the right person this time...

You must be sure before...

We can make a DNA test if necessary...

It was 25 years. But i couldn't forget his smell...

I can't forget never...

So you have lost your child 25 years ago, is that so?

It's a holy quest almost...

But coming together at the end...

This boy is staying here for a few days...

Even he don't know own name.

Never mind...

If he is my son I know him from his smell..

Commissar... I brought Redkit...

Here is the lost boy...

Take a look at him. Is that your son?

Don't do this Redkit...

Death to daltons...

My son!

My Ethem...

Ms Rabia, say us...

Is he your son?

Not his smell but his eyes are very similar...

My son...

Why are you running away from me?

My son... Ethem...

Commissar, there is a lady...

She says she is his mom...

Is he your son?

You ran away again!

Let's go mom!

I'm sorry sir, he runs away all the time...

Like a kid...

OK. You can go...

Let's go my son...

Don't be sad Ms Rabia... I hope next time...

İbrahim Ethem...

Threw the needle to the sea...

The needle came back to him...

I lost my son...

Which one in the human sea?

A mom feels the breath of own baby...

My son is alive...

His breath...

His smell... Comes to me...

My Ethem is coming...

Coming...

My son is alive...

If a hawk had grabed him, his nail would remain...

If a cruel wolf had shred him, his bloody swaddle would remain...

If a wind had blowed him, his trail would stay...

If a ruthless man had stoled him, his breath would stay...

My bag...

Give me my bag...

Take all the money in it but leave my baby's belongings...

My son's clothes and smeels gone

Oh my god...

(Call to prayer - Holy call)

Allah...

I can't take it anymore...

Every living things suckled their baby...

Embraced... Gived maternal compassion...

But i couldn't give to my lost boy (Yitik)

I dreamed every day...

Please Allah...

I want to see my baby, hug him smell him...

Please don't deny this from me...

I can't take it anymore...

Please help me...

You are the most merciful of those who have mercy...

This...

This is my baby's pin.

My baby's pin...

This is my Ethem's pin...

I can give you a sale, aunty. Good stuff...

Where did you find it?

Are you going to buy it or ask questions?

Both...

Alas!

My whole money was in my bag...

I will give this... Is it enough?

More than enough...

But I have one condition...

You have to tell me where you found this...

How can i know...

Do i have to keep track of everything...

This was in my lost boy's (Yitik) swaddle...

My son disappeared when he was baby...

I found his pin...

I can find him also...

For Allah's sake...

For Allah's sake... Where did you get this?

For Allah's sake...

Do you want a watch? Lighter? Mobile phone?

No, thanks...

What's up?

Do you want a watch?

Buy one...

Yakup, the woman in outside wants to talk with you.

Hurry up...

How much is this?

Go walk...

Let's play...

Look. The woman is here...

Yes aunty...

Where did you get this?

How should i know? I've never seen it before..

The seller told me...

No aunty... I've never seen it in my life...

I'm working honestly...

I will not go to Police...

Maybe you had stole it, whatever...

Stole? No...

You stole it?

Are you mad? Get lost..

Son... Do you love your mother?

My mother is dead... I don't have one.

Did you love her?

She was blind and lame. But she was my mom...

Look! This was my lost baby's (Yitik) pin...

I'm looking for my son...

Tell me where did you get this?

Maybe, you will cause to a mother reaching to son after 25 years...

Please tell me...

So, Allah to accept your repentance...

Oh my aunty... You sad me now...

It's right... I'm a thief, but i'm a human at the same time...

Take these...

But you don't buy cheap...

Thank you... God bless you...

OK. OK. Don't worry...

I took it from this house aunty...

I've been to this house... I have been here...

Someone still lives in this house.

I hope you find your lost boy (Yitik)...

I've been to this house...

Is Yücel's program on the TV?

Evet...

Do you want coffee?

Evet...

Whom you looked at?

You don't know me, right?

Yes...

Look...

I was here 25 years ago...

I had asked you my lost boy (Yitik)?

You told me that you haven't seen him.

Yes...

This was in my Yitik's swaddle... I found it...

I questioned people...

They showed me your house...

They took my baby's pin from this house.

From this house?

This is nonsense...

I've never had a pin like this...

Where is my son?

Where is my Ethem?

Look...

You are mistaken...

They had stolen it from this house, there are witnesses...

The thief came to shame, please come to rest!

I didn't know it was your baby's pin.

I saw it near the fountain that day and took it...

That's all... I didn't see baby.

Don't be afraid of Allah?

You are lying...

I'm not lying... Believe me...

You are lying...

Please be reasonable. What am i going to do with your baby?

Somebody must have taken him...

There was no baby there...

Maybe...

He died...

He is alive...

Must be a grown up man...

Where is my son?

Please tell me...

Please tell me, where is he?

What is going on here?

This lady here lost his son...

And she thinks he is in our house...

Funny isn't it?

Allah know what happened to him in 25 years..

Believe me... I have never seen your baby.

I'm sorry...

Please leave from here, otherwise i will call the police.

My son...

She found us!

She will take my son!

She can't, don't worry.

If she gets a DNA test. She can...

She is still searching for him since 25 years...

How can he do it?

She is a mother darling...

She feels her son is alive...

She is gone now. Don't worry...

But I felt bad... Really bad...

My son...

My mom...

This is for you dear mom...

Thank you my son...

Come in...

Hi Dad...

Yücel, your show on the TV...

It's really popular i guess, they are running it again..

No dad, ratings are bad...

No son, I'm sure they are good.

There is no host like my son.

Dad close that...

What's for dinner?

People live good and bad things...

There are sad things as far as happiness in life...

There is mother which searching her children...

Let's listen her story...

Yes...

My husband reserved the children from me...

Tell from the beginning...

We married when i was 15.

My husband would treat fairly before...

Children came to the world...

My husband take them...

I don't know where are they?

I have been looking for years...

My son... My dear son...

Yücel...

I won't let anyone take you away from me..

I raised you...

I've grown you to this age...

You're mine...

Mine...

I will not give you to anyone...

Mother...

What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Nothing... Nothing my son...

You love me, don't you Yücel?

What kind of a question is this mom?

How can I not?

You are my mother...

You gave birth to me...

Mom, what's wrong?

I have a bad feeling...

We should go to hospital if you are not feeling well.

No, I'm fine...

I'm fine...

I turned off the TV. Would you want to watch it?

Damn it to TV!

I don't like it no longer...

I can't get enough ratings even though I did everything..

I must do something for taking good reytings.

Let's... Let's sleep...

Allah hid Saint Yunus in the fish...

Allah took the needle of Saint İbrahim Ethem from the sea...

There are too many boys in the world...

Allah... Please give my son like this...

Please...

What is wrong dear?

Suzan...

Suzan...

I have been having the same dream...

Yücel is a kid and wants his mom.

Taking the son from his mother...

Hiding him for 25 years...

Behaving to him like own boy...

I think we committed a sin...

She had never lose hope...

She feels him...

She feels that he is alive...

She runs to her son like streaming of water to sea...

Suzan...

Maybe we can find a solution way...

It's her right to see him.

What if she takes him away from me?

Yücel will decide it...

What are we going to do?

What are you planning to do?

The suffering of this woman is my pain...

I want to get rid of this

A mother feels...

You are alive...

The wind bring your smell, Ethem...

Allah claim my lost boy (Yitik)

bring together us...

Sister!

You come here every day since 25 years...

You forgot your hunger and thirst...

It's attracting...

My lost boy's (Yitik) breath attracting me...

Sister!

Let's eat...

I don't want to...

You don't eat anything for a few days...

I thought I found him.. But no.. No..

I felt it... I was going to see him.

Sister, it's not right, please...

But what can i do... I'm a mother...

I always have a hope...

I want to forget but I can't...

What can I do...

Mine is to want the impossible...

Sister, eat something...

Please sister...

Alo...

OK. I'm coming...

Sister, what happened?

He is calling me...

Who?

He is calling me...

Who? I said who is calling you?

He is calling me...

She is here...

She is here...

Please come in...

Did you find my son?

Please come in...

Önder... Please leave us alone?

OK...

You are welcome...

Please sit down...

Do you know why did I call you?

Yes...

I know...

I want to talk about your lost boy (Yitik)

Did you find my son?

You haven’t forgetten him, did you?

You still have hope...

You are a precious mother...

You are a real mother...

You're looking for your lost boy (Yitik) since 25 years.

I took your lost boy (Yitik)

I took him from where you hid.

What happened?

Don't you hear... A baby crying...

Suzan!

My heart...

You are so cute!

Come here my baby...

Don't cry my heart!

My heart...

I said you. This is a baby...

She look alike our dead baby...

But this is somebody else's baby...

Someone had left the baby...

Don't stop... Let's go!

My child was deceased.

My whole world came crushing down.

When I saw your kid... I came back to life...

He was exactly like my baby...

I took him.

And lied to you...

Where is he?

My heart is pounding...

Gonna kill me one day...

I’m sick...

Where?

Where is my son?

Tell me, where is he?

You will see...

I raised him as my own son...

He is a grown man now.

He knows me as his birth mother...

How did you do this?

I love him... So much...

I hid it from you and me... Since 25 years...

To I'm not his birth mom...

But the facts are not hidden...

But the injustice is not continue to endless.

One day...

Every lie brighten like the sun...

I would wanted to much it's continue to endless...

But it doesn't...

It's first right...

Right of your maternity...

After, i stayed with my conscience...

I couldn’t take it anymore..

This is a stealing to somebody's right...

I can not steal it from both of you longer...

How i would look you and Yücel's face in the hereafter?

If my son say, why you hid my mother from me?

I can not stand...

Forgive me!

Forgive me!

Where is he?

Where is he?

Where is my son?

Is it my son?

I leave alone you...

Thank you...

Mom... Mommy...

Mommy...

Mom...

My son... Ethem...

You are wellcome. Where is my mother?

My son... Ethem...

I found you...

I found you... I found my son...

I found you...

My son...

Aunty...

I missed you son...

What are you saying?

My son...

My lost boy... (Yitik)

My lost boy... (Yitik)

Yitik?

Please aunty... Behave yourself...

My son...

My son...

You are my lost boy (Yitik)

I’ve been searching for you for 25 years.

I’ve been missing you... Been calling your name...

If a hawk had grabed you, your nail would remain...

If a cruel wolf had shred you, your bloody swaddle would remain...

If a wind had blowed you, your trail would stay...

If a ruthless man had stoled you, your breath would stayed...

Thanks Allah for i hear your breath...

Cause I entrusted you to Allah...

My son...

Please aunty... Behave yourself...

I don’t understand what you are saying.

Mooommm!!

Mooommm!!

What is she saying? What...

Who is she?

Mom, say something...

What is she saying?

She is telling the truth son.

She is your birth mother...

We took when you are a baby...

You are her lost boy (Yitik)

Mommy... Are you joking?

My dear son...

She is your real mother...

She?

Leave me...

Leave me alone...

You are my real mother...

You are my only mother...

You are joking right mom?

This is all big joke. Right?

This is all joke. Right?

My son... Yücel...

I wish it was a joke.

I wish...

No...

No! No!! Noooo!!

Noooooo!! Noooooo!!

My son... My son...

Play the fragments after play the jeneric...

Mr Yücel...

Mr Yücel...

Mr Yücel...

Leave me alone...

Oh my mom...

But you have a programme after one hour.

Lie... Lie...

Mr Yücel...

Mommy...

Why are you lying to me?

We are late. The boss asked you...

Oh my momy...

Momy...

Come in Yücel come in...

Sit..

What’ s wrong, are you feeling bad?

A little bit...

What is your problem?

I'm feeling bad...

You need to presenting a show but you are very bad.

Can you give me an allowance for a moth?

How will the show going on?

I need a rest...

How will the show going on? I said...

I’m not well sir... Not well..

I’m confused.

I’m feeling overwhelmed.

A mother who you love and respect to this age...

"I'm not your birth mom"

"I stoled you when were a baby"

"That woman is your real mother" say...

Who is she?

What is its relevance to me?

A completely sadness...

I’m confused...

I’m feeling overwhelmed.

I don’t know what to do...

I can not host like this...

It’s not possible...

Look at me Yücel...

I didn't give a chance to somobody but I gave you...

But if you involve your emotions, you will always fail.

There should me no emotion in you have to put them aside.

Remove your feelings to one's edge...

What’s done is done...

Your mother is who you know well...

Stop confusing yourself with these things.

Think it like this...

This is a huge opportunity for you...

A big step that you have been waiting for o long...

Be a little professional my child...

Think about the ratings.

Use this matter to your show.

The audience like these stories...

Bring the woman, he tell her story...

And you act like to hug her, after think the ratings...

I hope you are the professionnel showman to do this...

Aunty... Just answer my questions.

Tell me your whole life story.

Cry as much as you can, okey?

Feel like at home.

Imagine your son is in front of you...

Already he is in front of me...

Yes, exactly like this... Bravo!

We are ready. Let’s roll...

We are on air!

3...2...1... Action...

Good day everyone...

The Pulse of Life is alive, with your love and support...

Today we have a special guest...

You will be surprised...

Because I am confused also...

The woman is looking for her lost boy (Yitik)

She left from her baby before 25 years ago.

She say him 'Ethem'

Let's listen your story...

My husband had enemies...

They killed him...

I don't know what the cause is...

They wanted to kill me and my baby...

Escaped...

They chased me...

I could not find a place to hide...

I wanted hid my baby at least...

I thought to throw myself in front of them and kill me...

But my son will continue to live.

I hid my son and throwed myself in front of them...

Also they want to Ethem...

They beated me. They release me after they thought i'm died.

When a shepherd saved me, i runned to where i left my son...

My son wasn't here...

If a hawk had grabed him, his nail would remain...

If a cruel wolf had shred him, his bloody swaddle would remain...

If a wind had blowed him, his trail would stay...

If a ruthless man had stoled him, his breath would stay...

Is that so? You claim to be my mother...

Allah...

...do not to leave the facts secret...

...do not to leave the longings to endless.

I found my lost boy (Yitik) after 25 years.

Is that so? I'm your lost boy (Yitik).

Said the woman who have been your mother

You are my Ethem...

You are my lost boy (Yitik)...

Maybe you deceive me...

You are my son...

My Ethem... My lost boy (Yitik)

My son...

How to a gazelle with colored eyes knows his baby...

How to the raindrops on the soil know the sea...

How to a bud opens in the spring knows that it will be a flower...

I know you are my son too...

My son... My İbrahim Ethem...

My baby...

Thank Allah, I finally found you...

My son...

My İbrahim Ethem... My baby...

Thank Allah, I finally found you...

Thank Allah, I finally found you...

My lost boy (Yitik)

Longing to your child has made you a poet...

Commercial break...

We have a commercial break aunty...

It's over...

But Mr Yücel...

OK... Go now... Take this woman from here...

I have no mother...

Neither she and you are not my mother...

You leaved me motherless in this age...

Motherless... Motherless...

Get out... Get out... Get out...

Calm down please...

If a hawk had grabed him, his nail would remain...

If a cruel wolf had shred him, his bloody swaddle would remain...

If a wind had blowed him, his trail would stay...

If a ruthless man had stoled him, his breath would stay...

Sister! Where is the Ethem?

Do they put his name Yücel?

Didn't you bring Ethem?

Meryem, i couldn’t find my lost boy (Yitik)

I couldn't find my son who will hug me...

But you met on the TV?

But I will...

I entrusted him to Allah...

I know where he is...

He must be in the tree hole.

Cold and scared...

Oh my sister...

Oh my suffering sister...

Ethem is hungry...

He is hungry...

(Lullaby)

I’m here mother...

I’m here...

Your son...

İbrahim Ethem...

Don't you know me?

My lost boy (Yitik) is there...

I smelling him..

Mother... I’m Ethem...

Suzan mother told me everything...

I did not accept at the first...

I rebeled...

Everything returns to true...

Searches to which birth him...

You birthed me...

You are my mom...

My real mom...

Suffered enough...

I waited for a long time...

For a long time...

I know you will return to where you disappeared...

I entrusted you to Allah...

Allah gave you to me in where you disappeared...

You took a lot of effort...

A lot of effort...

You missed me all time...

You didn't forget my smell...

I remember too...

A mother smell...

Your...

...was your smell.

My Ethem...

My lost boy (Yitik)

I found the lost mom too...

To my lost mom...