Büþra remembered the sense of adventure she had experienced while searching through the stacks of VHS tapes her parents had accumulated over the years. Beneath a dusty copy of Apollo 13, she had found what she was looking for. She couldn’t believe how much larger Efe had become in the span of less than two years; he was so small in the home video her mother had been recording. She wondered how such a small thing could have taken so much affection away from her life.
Everything surrounding Efe in the video had once been hers: the soft white blanket dotted with blue whales that carried the sweet scent of baklava and honey, her father’s rough chin that smelled of apple tobacco, the intermittent chill her mother’s gold rings provided between the warm caress of her soft brown fingers. All of this was gone now, and Büþra blamed Efe for it. The light in his eyes that had captivated the adults crowded around his crib seemed to drain her own light.
Her Grandmother had been a comfort, explaining to Büþra the roles womanhood played in their lives along with the gift of wisdom and intuition her gender carried. Büþra loved her grandmother deeply, and would listen respectfully after they had finished Morning Prayer, yet still felt pain when her father would leave the house with Efe on their weekly trip into downtown Istanbul. Büþra would wait by the window for their return clutching her father’s tobacco pipe, warming the dark wood in her hands.
Büþra remembered the sense of adventure she had experienced while searching through the stacks of VHS tapes her parents had accumulated over the years. Beneath a dusty copy of Apollo 13, she had found what she was looking for. She couldn’t believe how much larger Efe had become in the span of less than two years; he was so small in the home video her mother had been recording. She wondered how such a small thing could have taken so much affection away from her life.
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Everything surrounding Efe in the video had once been hers: the soft white blanket dotted with blue whales that carried the sweet scent of baklava and honey, her father’s rough chin that smelled of apple tobacco, the intermittent chill her mother’s gold rings provided between the warm caress of her soft brown fingers. All of this was gone now, and Büþra blamed Efe for it. The light in his eyes that had captivated the adults crowded around his crib seemed to drain her own light.
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Her Grandmother had been a comfort, explaining to Büþra the roles womanhood played in their lives along with the gift of wisdom and intuition her gender carried. Büþra loved her grandmother deeply, and would listen respectfully after they had finished Morning Prayer, yet still felt pain when her father would leave the house with Efe on their weekly trip into downtown Istanbul. Büþra would wait by the window for their return clutching her father’s tobacco pipe, warming the dark wood in her hands.
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