He woke up with the screechy sound of the alarm. Straightening , he turned it off. He blinked his eyes as the first lights of the day shone on his face brightly. He stood in the light for a while. Then something came to his mind. This day was special. This day must have been the seventh of February. The soft wind moved the curtains gently, as if they were trying to say ‘Yes, it is… And happy birthday, Richard’. He smiled, alone lying in his bed, whispered ‘Yes, Richard… How many years have you been alive? It all has been fading away so quickly…ha? ’ He laughed at himself then, and started to sing a song he loved most. It seemed he would be merry that day. Standing up, he went near the window to see the beautiful Istanbul Bosporus and breathe the fresh air coming through it. Being far away from his own town, here, he felt something quaint inside. As the cold –despite the sun- and clean air hit on his face, he shook. Closing the window, a scenery from the past crossed his mind. His mother calling out from the window: ‘ Richard, come home..it’s dinner time…’ and closing the window to go prepare the table. Years, years ago…when the calendar again showed the seventh of February. So there was a pretty meal for her beloved son from his mother, the one he loved most. And also a delicious hand-made birthday cake, whatever he liked. And he came in, all in sweat from playing outside for hours…and dirt also…yelling out: ‘Mum…what is the hur…’ and he stopped…shouting: ‘ awwwwww!!!! What are all these? Mummy…. ’ he rushed into the table. His mother ,looking at him sincerely , smiling… Proud of watching her dear son grow up every day. She looked at him, promising she would dedicate herself to do everything best for him…… He turned back out of the monochrome images, that day again. Glancing outside once more, he went in to change his clothes. As he was passing by the mirror, he caught himself in it. Stopped and looked carefully. His hair, then somewhere among them white, but still attractive. His blue eyes, then somewhere around them lines, but still as deep as clean oceans and as fresh as the sky in spring…. His face going smaller and younger, he reminded his little child face. The only thing that hadn’t changed all that time was his eyes… Yes, they were still shining happily in his nice face. And the biggest difference between young and old Richard – needless to say, of course- was the experiences from life. He remembered his loves, anguishes, friends, students, neighbors…. He remembered his funny adventures, his exams, teachers, school years… He remembered some moments from his meaningful life. They all moved in front of his eyes, like a cinema film. With the phone ringing, the film stopped and all the stars were gone away… the magic disappeared. Seeing the name on the phone, it came back again… With her voice like a merry song, he filled full of happiness again… ‘Hey… I’m such euphoric today! Since you’re still with me..since I can still say ‘we’. Happy, happy birthday my love. Be sure your daisy will always look for the sunshine with you. Actually, she’ll never need for a sun while having you around! You’re my life spring !!! Thank you for everything….’ He stood up for a while, saying nothing…. He was sure his life was good enough for him…and with her it would last so…