“I’m sorry that I didn’t recognize you at first sight,” she said when we both came back to the living room. I finished the snack she prepared because of hunger.

She let me look at the photo album she took from her bedroom.

“It’s okay, Auntie. But, can I know how you got that scar?”

She softly touched her scar.

“This… This was my only getaway when they were looking for Erman.” She sat next to me and then moved the album to another page.

I saw my father with my mother in the picture along with some of their friends. They were getting food. Some of them were laughing,...