I decided to save the creature—because even though it looked scary, I knew it needed help.
I looked closer… and realized—it was just a baby shark!
The baby shark was afraid of me, and I was afraid of her too. But I had once promised myself: I would protect those in need.
“Okay,” I said gently. “Let’s go to my home.”
At home, I made a soft bed for the baby shark.
“Now it’s time to choose your name. What do you want to be called?”
She didn’t answer, of course.
“I guess you can’t speak… So I’ll choose. How about Rose? Is that okay?”
She blinked her eyes gently.
“Great! Your name is Rose. Come on, let’s play!”
We played hide and seek.
“I’m counting! One, two, three…”
When I finished counting, I looked around.
“Rose? Where are you?” I called.
Thirty minutes passed. I still couldn’t find her.
Worried, I called the marine police.
“Hi, I need to report something. A baby shark is missing.”
“Okay,” the officer replied. “We’re coming to the address where she disappeared.”
“Thank you. By the way… the baby shark’s name is Rose. She’s a girl.”
An hour later, they returned.
“All the sharks are back in the sea. Except one.”
We walked toward the last shark.
“Hi,” I asked. “Is your name Rose? Are you the baby shark I was taking care of?”
The shark nodded.
A tearful voice replied, “Yes… she is one of us. Our baby passed away a few days ago. We believe her spirit was with you.”
“Can we meet one last time?”
“Of course,” the shark said. “Come to the meeting place in 30 minutes.”

Thirty Minutes Later…
“Hi, Rose. How are you?”
“I’m good,” said a gentle voice.
“My name is Mary. Thank you for hugging me and taking care of me. I felt safe.”
“You’re welcome, Mary,” I whispered.
“Say goodbye one last time.”
“Goodbye,” she said softly.
“Thank you for everything.”
“Goodbye, Rose… or Mary. I’ll never forget you.”
“Bye-bye,” she said, as the waves carried her home.

By: FATMA ZEHRA YÖNTER
5TH GREAT TRACKERS