While I am pulling away from the hug, I hear my name called—or rather screamed—from inside by none other than his Royal Highness, Ismail. I wonder why he had to tell everyone we live in the same house in such a manner. This man will never cease to amaze me.

“Umit, Umit, where are you?” Ismail shouts from inside the house.

“I am by the poolside!” I shout back.

“Is that Ismail’s voice I hear?” Fatima asks looking surprised and confused.

“Yes, it’s my voice you heard,” Ismail says, walking toward us.

“Why are you shouting my name?” I say standing up while guiding Ismail away from our table.

“Because...