what a good year it was for olives There was just enough rain in spring and just enough sunshine in summer. The olives ripend perfectly in the warm autum sun. osman knew, when he went to check his olives trees, that he was going to have the best crop of olives ever. Sitting in her chair in the corner, Osman's daughter Zeynep knew, from the way her father winked at her, that the olives crop would be a good one. she knew that there would be enough money to buy her a white silk dress for her twelfth birthday party, after the harvest.
Zeynep looked at herself in every mirror. It was a beautiful dress, and she studie herself from every angle. In the front garden, family,friends and neightbours were sitting round, chatting and sipping cool drinks while they waited for the party to begin. the tables in the garden were heaped with good food. All that was missing was the Birthday Girl. At the back of a house, Zeynep, the Birthday Girl, wanted to be alone for a while. she wanted to belive she looked beautiful in her dress, before she went into the garden. One moment she felt like a filmstar, and the next she was worried that the people might not take any notice of her at all.