Hi! I am Steve SPARKS. I am twelve. I don’t go to school – we live in a small village where there isn’t any school. Since I was born to my eleven, I didn’t know about the big lie that my aunt told. I live with my aunt because my father and my mother are dead – at least my aunt said like this. I’ll tell you all the things.

Chapter 1
Last year, a week before my birthday, I was looking after the goat – sheep mixed herd. But then rain started and I had to go home. I was going home early. While I was entering home, I heard my aunt’s sound and stopped;
Our neighbor:  - Did you tell the matter’s truth to Steve?
My aunt: - No I didn’t. I’ll tell when he is eighteen.”
What was that, which matter? Wait a little bit… We had just the matter… My mother’s and my father’s death!
I got very angry. My aunt was lying! But, who was my mother and father?
Chapter 2
“I found! My aunt never gave permission to me to open the postbox. I am sure that there is something in it!”
I told myself. I opened the postbox, oh dear… Tens of letters from my DAD! I started to read them.
An hour later
You cannot reckon how much did I cry. Because on one of the letters there is writing that my mother is dead. I promised myself to find my dad. I took a bus ticket to Istanbul; Because I learnt that my father is an actor in Istanbul. On Monday, I got on the bus. The driver was… Muhsin uncle! He was our neighbor. He promised me not to say this to my aunt. I believe him; he is very trustworthy.
Chapter 3 (I found my dad! )
I entered his room. I was very excited. Then I opened the door…
-“ Daaaaad!” I said. He saw me; but he wasn’t happy to see me. He came near me and he said;
-“ Hello, Steve, my son!”
And he said; -“Ah Sarah (she is my aunt) I said you to say when he is eighteen! Now, I had to pay his school money too!” To himself. Then he looked at me and said –“Go! I don’t want you here!” I became unhappy. I ran out of his room. I was crying. Muhsin uncle was waiting me. –“I haven’t got enough money.” I said. –“Don’t worry.” He said. He brought me into the village. I ran to our house. She (my aunt) was crying. I hugged her.
-“You’re better than my father.” I said.