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Once we’re past the shock and the drama, everyone sits down to have a civil conversation.
“So you’re Turkish?” Dad asks.
Ahyan nods. “I’m from Istanbul, Sir,”
I want to tell him to stop calling Dad, Sir but now is not the best time. I want to careful listen to this conversation because other than these two facts, I don’t know anything about him either.
“What else?” Dad demands. “Do you live with your parents?”
“Yes, Sir. I have four younger sisters and we all live together,”
I want to see if he meant that as a joke but he looks very serious. Still, we all live together kind of felt like a jab.
“What does your father do?”
At this, Ahyan’s whole demeanor changes. I’m sure everybody in the room notices. The temperature falls by 10 degrees.
Ahyan clears his throat. “He’s not . .
