It was a rainy day. The sky was pounding the ground with lightning like a giant that could not hide its anger. The sound of the rain hitting the windows echoed in the darkness of the night. In the living room of a wooden and old but elegant mansion, there was a man sitting with a book in his hand. The ends of his black hair had turned white and there was a knife wound on his face. A black cat was lying quietly next to him, curled up. The man's name was Murat. He was lost in the pages of the book when suddenly, light footsteps started to rise from the hallway.
A little boy who looked exactly like Murat appeared on the doorstep. This little boy, who looked like his five-year-old self, was looking at his father with curious eyes. The boy's name was Ali.
"Dad, dad! Take me in your arms!" Ali called out, raising his small arms in the air.
Murat turned his face, which seemed like it would never compromise on seriousness, to his child. But at that moment, a smile on his face quickly turned into laughter. This laughter that filled the living room with joy could not drown out another sound coming from the hallway.
"My dear, have you seen Ali?"
The voice was coming from the other end of the mansion. When the door slowly opened, a woman wearing a long, green skirt and a pure white shirt entered. Her hair reached her waist and she had a tired but loving expression in her eyes. The woman's name was Yeşim, Murat's wife and Ali's mother.
Murat closed his book, still smiling.
"Come Yeşim, Ali is here with me," he said.
When Ali saw his mother, he tried to climb into his father's lap.
"Mom, I don't want to drink milk! Dad, help me!" he whined.
Murat continued to laugh. But a slight seriousness appeared on Yeşim's face.
"Ali, come here right away," he said, frowning slightly. "Drink your milk and go to bed. It's time for you to go to bed. We have to get up early tomorrow morning."
Ali grumbled and turned to his father.
"But I don't like getting up early! I don't want to go to bed now either!"
Murat smiled and took his son in his arms.
"Your mother is right, Ali. But you know what? In your dreams, wonderful adventures may be waiting for you. Maybe a pirate ship, maybe a spaceship…"
Ali's eyes sparkled. "A spaceship? Well, then I'll drink my milk and go to bed!"
Yeşim looked at Murat smiling. "You always do this," she said.
Murat shrugged his shoulders, laughing. "Imagination is everything, Yeşim."