Was I crazy or just an idiot? My neighbor was throwing a party to celebrate her 9 year old son’s circumcision. Somehow my kids ended up in the red convertible heading the neighborhood parade. To the tune of a booming drum and screeching clarinet, honking cars took off in a line.
I stood at the curb watching my kids disappear and wondered, “How did I even let this happen?”
We’d only lived in Turkey four months. I barely knew these people. What if I never saw Andres and Camilla again? I imagined calling my mother to tell her I’d lost the kids in a Turkish parade. Irrational fears filled my mind while I tried to enjoy the party. [Read more…]