His son, Selim, sat across from him. They hadn’t spoken in three years. Selim had his mother’s soft eyes and Ferman’s stubborn jaw, a combination that had always made Ferman look away in guilt.
Selim winced as if struck. "Is that what you want? To be forgotten?" Ferman Akdeniz Ben Г–lГјrsem MezarД±ma Gelme
"Sell it," Ferman commanded. "Use the money. Buy a house with a garden. Plant something that grows. Don't waste your tears on dirt and a name." His son, Selim, sat across from him