ALANA
Settled into my cosy, new apartment, I cooked some ramen I'd grabbed from a grocery store nearby and dug into it while watching some baking videos.
Halfway through, my parents called and I got busy talking to them.
"I have got the most wonderful proposal for you!" was the first thing Annem, my mother, said to me.
A noodle got stuck in my throat and I had to constantly thump my chest to rid off the coughs. Thankfully, Baba took over the call and I smiled at them while they fought over who got to talk to me.
After what seemed like ages, Baba's wrinkly face came into view, his salt-and-pepper hair chopped off at the forehead in such a way that informed me he'd cut it himself. This man. I loved him more than anything in the world.
"Kızım," he said, 'my daughter'. "Don't listen to your Annem. You can get married to whoever you like."
