While my father was talking on the phone, my mother filled the tea in glasses. She squeezed orange juice for peace and for me. I also placed the forks and napkins on the table.
I hope no, I hope there is nothing bad.
-No, don’t worry. The woman called to ask for sake. My father was looking at us:
-You remember your uncle, children? They came here two years ago
Barış and me:
– Oh yes, dad, we remember! Aunt Fatma came with İbrahim and Elif. We became friends with Elif and İbrahim. They brought us pistachio from Şanlıurfa.