The story was special. The legend was powerful.
There were moments or story lines I desperately wished for, and moments that at times seemed small but were so important to discover and delve into. This is a book of these moments that I wanted to ex...
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Sanem looked unsure of herself in the mirror. She had her hair down with her natural brown curls, a camel sweater dress with skin tone stockings. She played with the turtle neck of her dress wondering if this look was a mistake.
"You look beautiful, Sanem," Ayhan said, peering in from the doorway of Sanem's new room.
Sanem tugged at the collar still unsure if this new dress fit who she was. She stared at Ayhan through the mirror, "You don't think it looks too much?"
"It's a dress for the winter, Sanem, what do you want it to be?"
"I dunno."
Ayhan saw her friend struggling with something more than the dress and she tried to be encouraging, "It's not a defining moment, Sanem, wear it today and if you don't like it then don't wear it again. You aren't committed to the dress forever. It's not who you are - it's just clothing."
Sanem knew Ayhan was right but somehow she felt cramped in this new style she took on. It felt mature and powerful at times, but cold in a way she never felt in her previous look. But she was running late and Can would be there any minute so she let it go. She pumped her hair one more time for a pop of volume and lathered on her special scented cream.
Still looking at Ayhan through the mirror, Sanem finally asked what she was thinking about this whole morning, "So... Um ... How was my Babba?"
"He looked tired," Ayhan admitted.
Sanem felt a pang in her chest knowing that she, herself, was the cause.
Ayhan interjected with patience and kindness, "He misses you."
Sanem turned her head back to look at Ayhan directly, holding back a whimper, "He said that?"
Ayhen couldnt take the distance and went in for a hug.
"Not in words," Ayhan admitted as she squeezed Sanem tighter, "but I saw him trying so hard to not say your name. And he kept looking past me while talking in hopes, I'm sure, of seeing you."
A few tears escaped Sanem, landing on Ayhan's shoulder as Sanem gripped Ayhan tighter. She hoped Ayhan was right, and that her parents missed her as much as she missed them.
The moment was broken when they heard the doorbell ring.
Sanem wiped away the remnants of her tears and Ayhan fixed some of Sanem's loose strands.
"Your prince charming is here," Ayhan winked, trying to lighten the mood.
Sanem nodded sheepishly and checked herself in the mirror one more time trying to press down the puffiness in her eyes.
"You look beautiful, kardesim," Ayhan said once again encouragingly.
"Thanks Ayhancim. And not for the compliment, for everything that you've done for me."
