Elvin felt a lump in his throat. "Tural, no... that was for your future."
Elvin sighed, not looking up. "I’ll handle it, Tural. You just focus on your exams. You’re going to be the engineer this family needs. I’ll find a way to keep the shop going." Sen Oldun Arxa Dayaqim Qardasimвќ¤QardasimрџЉвќ¤
Tural reached out and gripped Elvin’s hand—a hand calloused from hard labor. "You spent five years working double shifts so I could go to school. You were the one who stood firm when the wind tried to blow our house down. You’ve been my mountain, Elvin. But even a mountain needs the earth beneath it to be strong." Elvin felt a lump in his throat