75-Year-Old Father Regrets Giving His Children the Deeds to His Homes

I have four sons who work like lions in government offices.

I also have four homes with combi boilers, radiators, and shower cabins. But I

live my life in the bed of a three-and-a-half-meter tractor.

I am exactly 75 years old now. I came back from the military and started working.

I planted fields, harvested them, raised livestock, brought wood down from the highlands, and sold it.

Up until I was exactly 75 years old I made it this far

by my own fingernails.

Well, of course, I also had four sons. I

raised them. I educated them all.

I made them all civil servants. During this time I also

bought four three-room-plus-one apartments, each with a combi boiler, radiators, and a glass balcony.

And I decided to give these homes to my children while I am still alive.

I said so. Already, these children were living in those homes.

They were living there. I wasn't charging them rent or anything. Only

The title deeds were registered in my name. When my wife passed away,

I stayed with the children. Well, you know, a

month with one, two months with another, like that.

I stayed at their places. Then I'd go to Ahmet's.

Mehmet would call me right away: "Dad, come to me too."

Come to me as well. Look, we miss you. The grandchildren miss you.

So this time I'm going to Mehmet's and the other child calls. "Oh dad—"

what can he say? "We miss you so much. This and that,"

they couldn't get enough of me. I would say, "Oh my God,

my Lord, you must have raised a good child from me," I would say.

But until I gave them the title deeds, our children

had been somewhat jealous and possessive toward one another.

I thought it over, pondered, and decided. Besides, I said, one foot

In Çukur. Now our kids will, one day, say

Mine is 110 square meters; yours is 115 square meters.

They'll fight about it, saying "mine faces south, yours faces north."

They'll say that. So that such hostility wouldn't come between the siblings,

I thought and pondered and gave everyone their title deeds. I wish I hadn't.

I wish I hadn't. I wish I hadn't. Before giving the deeds, I used to go to Ahmet.

Mehmet would be upset with me. I used to go to Mehmet.

Hasan would be upset with me. "Dad, why won't he stay with us?"

Why won't he stay with us? Why doesn't he stay with us? Stuff like that. After I

gave the deeds, he goes to Ahmet. He looks me right in the eye.

"Dad, when will you go to Mehmet? My wife says she's uncomfortable with you," he says.

"She says that," he says. "Damn, you're going to Mehmet," he says this time.

"Dad, we're going on vacation. Until we get back from the holiday, you stay at Hasan's."

They said, "Stay." Then I heard they'd put me in a rotation — three days, five days

They put me in rotation among the children. "Three days you'll take care, five days I'll take care"

I'll take care. "Six days you'll take care" — that's how they put me in rotation

They put me in rotation. I said, "I have work in my village," I said

I went back to my village. I went to the village, to the village we should go. It's been exactly eight months

It's been eight months. For eight months, all four of my children...

None of them called to ask, "Dad, are you okay? Do you need anything?"

Do you need anything? Do you have any money? Not a single child called me to ask

They didn't ask. And while I was doing beş bellik, there was one Ramon

I had one Ramon. Now I put a cushion in here. I put a proper pillow

I put it. It stays like this here. From here I call out to all mothers and fathers

I'm calling out. Never, under any circumstances, leave anything to your children

Don't leave anything. Don't do it. Even if you do, until you die no...

I will not give any of my possessions to any of your children, not even a needle. This

This is a translation of a real-life experience, friends.