The heat of the sun and the wind blowing off the plane bothered me. Passengers descended one by one while I struggled to come down. It would be tough for me to even pull my suitcase afterward. Everyone was unaware that I had arrived, and no one knew that the plane I was on had landed because I had severed my ties with the people in Turkey long before. I slipped my clasp as I entered the airport since I had been in need for a while.

“M-mom-my.” I smiled because it was hard for him to pronounce the words. He is 1 year and 3 months old, but he...