Just two weeks ago, I was writing at my friend Z’s apartment in Cihangir on a rainy Sunday when my mom called to wish us a safe flight. I said, “No, anne. It’s tomorrow night.” She said okay first bu…
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Just two weeks ago, I was writing at my friend Z’s apartment in Cihangir on a rainy Sunday when my mom called to wish us a safe flight. I said, “No, anne. It’s tomorrow night.” She said okay first bu…