the hands of time and not have her die while they could do nothing but watch. They cried into each other’s arms an

She was trying so hard to to sound and look normal but Yusrah clearly knew that she wasn’t. She was hurting inside. And today, when she came back from saloon

orn for long and I want to plaster that beautiful smile on her lips, hence the bribe. And nothing works like Turkish dishes.

nked her when she placed the cu

nd they began to eat in utter silence. She watched as Abla always heaved a sigh and she looked downcast. “You must have something to t

ing. My entire life until today, I won’t omit a single thing from it, I promise.” Yusrah s

e sounded worried, because she was. Did something happen? Was she diagnosed with a chronic disease and she didn’t want to leave her without knowing

ine, I'm not sick. I’m just tired of hiding lots of things from you when you deserve to at least know them a

ou talking about, Abla? You’re scaring me. What lies?” Her v

d Yusrah that by tomorrow there would be no more lies between them, she would tell her everything about her life, she would be patient enoug

t hate me as well...” She began, but Yusrah shook th

You sound like you’re about to tell me that you’re my biological mother.” She chuckled lightly to ease the tension cloudi

gave birth to you, you’re truly my Bebeğim.” She felt the way Yusrah relea

ng and she provided a paper. It was a birth certificate and even before she took it from her hand, she k

a? No...” She immediately began to shake her head, “Mom, why did you hide it from me?” She cri

wouldn’t have been here with

out? Who will hurt me? W

that could be heard was Yusrah’s tears. “Please, Yusrah, promise me that you’d never tell anyo

these years. She could even lie and say that she hated her. But the tears she was seeing on Abla

love you so much.” She cried so hard and heard Abla sniffling as well, “I want you to know that nothing has changed. You’ve always been a mother to me, more than a mother should be. This is ju

ou call me that feels so great. I was afraid that when you call me Mom or Mama it will be obvious that I was your real mother, to y

nd it wasn’t enough to have me call you mother, right?” She said, those were the word

ter and it was the most therapeutic night of her entire life. And when it was time to sleep and Yusrah offered to sleep in her room, she said she wanted to think through her entire life so that when she starte

other was indeed your birth mother. This is what it felt like to go to bed knowing that you weren’t just adopted by that woman, rather, you ca