The Reunion

It has been 15 years since I last came here. 15 whole years have passed by. 15th of December 2012 was the last day that I woke up, had a breakfast, played with my toys, and spent time with my mother in the borders of this house and this country, not knowing when to be back. My mother swiftly took my tiny hand and hold it gently between hers. We stepped out of the building which was painted beige and had beautiful exterior wooden shutters. I had no idea we wouldn’t come back. Neither did she. We would just visit my maternal grandparents in Antalya for Christmas and we would return in a week. We didn’t.

I’m now on my way to my childhood with sweet memories as well as the sour ones. I choose to climb up the concrete ramp next to numerous trees. There are red ivies all over the walls of the ramps located one above another which are leading me to my street. I remember me and my grandma climbing up. I was so short that the only things I remember are my grandmas shoes and the red ivies. I’m thinking about the guy who worked in the gas station nearby while I walk. Every day when me and my grandparents went out for a walk, he immediately ran and bought me a croissant and handed it to me. When I remember him, I don’t forget to pray to God for his wellbeing. He had no reason to make me happy, but he did. God bless him.I am very close. Almost there. I remember that I wrote about this exact moment 4 years ago. I was a preparatory student back then. I had a strong intension of returning. I did. I guess it’s another trick of time. While thinking of these matters I finally arrive. Here I am now, again in Switzerland standing in front of the house of ours. Me and my mothers. It may seem tiny to other people but in little Isabelle’s eyes, it was and always will be mesmerizing. Today it is 15th of December 2027. Today is my day. It is our reunion. My past, present and future. I, Isabelle now stand on my own feet while I feel tears rolling down my eyes as I walk towards the door. I gently grab the handle and open the door leading to little me.

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