Meet the (Turkish) Parents

<p>I<strong>shut the car door behind me, and felt like I had one foot dangling off the edge of a cliff.</strong></p> <p>&ldquo;I can&rsquo;t. You have to cancel! Tell them I&rsquo;m sick. Maybe I am sick. We don&rsquo;t know. We can&rsquo;t take that kind of risk, can we?&rdquo;</p> <p>&ldquo;You&rsquo;ll be fine. I promise.&rdquo;</p> <p>I wrapped my arms around the flowers we had just purchased at the little florist around the corner. It was a bushel of stems and plants that took a bearhug to carry, the traditional arrangement for the occasion.</p> <p><a href="https://getjake.medium.com/meet-the-turkish-parents-93aa70fbdcda"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>