The heat of the sun and the wind blowing off the plane bothered me. Passengers descended one by one while I struggled to come down. It would be tough for me to even pull my suitcase afterward. Everyone was unaware that I had arrived, and no one knew that the plane I was on had landed because I had severed my ties with the people in Turkey long before. I slipped my clasp as I entered the airport since I had been in need for a while.
“M-mom-my,” he said.
I smiled because it was hard for him to pronounce the words. He is 1 year and 3 months old, but he is walking well and straight. I held his little hand, then held the suitcase in the other hand.
“Mom.” He could not keep up with what he was saying because he had not yet pronounced the words properly. He was pointing at something outside
