On the bus home that afternoon, a child pressed her forehead with cold fingers and asked what the fans meant. Leyla told the child, in the soft Turkish that felt like home, that sometimes life is bitter like strong tea, but the bitterness is only one taste. There is also warmth, and sometimes sweetness, and that remembering all flavors makes you steady.
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