The Girl in the Tree

by Şebnem İşigüzel

So, who did my mother fall in love with? Yes, we’re coming to that blazing point. She heard the footsteps of love, as soft and gentle as a fairy’s. The path of that doctor who had once caught my mother’s eye, inspired admiration in her heart, and made her swoon at first sight led directly toward the clinic where she worked. He was a cardiologist, you see, and he was going into business with them. Love never loses its way. The first time my mother saw the doctor, she’d been so taken by him that she couldn’t sleep a wink that night. And where had she seen him? At a hotel where we, as a family, were vacationing. She met him through some friends, and they had dinner together once. This all happened at a time when her unhappiness was at its peak. She was weary of life, fed up with my father’s moods, and tired of looking after her three-year-old daughter, who was always tugging at her skirt. But to get back to the story: As I said, my mother was smitten.

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