Last night, we came home from work in the evening, around 8pm. The three of us (Baris, Murat and myself) were tired and hungry. When we got back to the apartment, much to my surprise, there was cooked food on the stove stop! Soup, sauce, vegetables, meat, pasta, bread, the works! It was a Turkish meal fit for… well certainly better than the likes of us. We instinctively dove in.
Furthermore, my laundry had been folded, the garbage taken out, and the sink full of dirty dishes washed and dried. This was of course a surprise to me, but not so much to the others. Apparently Murat’s Aunt, a widow living alone, only a few minutes a way. Periodically, she sneaks into our apartment while we are going, and does most of the things I listed earlier. How great is that? I am going to have to figure out some way to return the gesture.
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