In that moment, the cold room felt warm. Elvin realized that while he had lost a father, he had gained a partner. The shop didn't feel like a burden anymore; it felt like a bridge to a future they would build together, side by side.
"The bank called again, didn't they?" Tural asked softly, sitting across from him. Sen Oldun Arxa Dayaqim Qardasimвќ¤QardasimрџЉвќ¤
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." In that moment, the cold room felt warm
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." "The bank called again, didn't they
The rain was relentless, mirroring the weight on Elvin’s shoulders. At twenty-four, he felt like he was carrying the world. After their father passed away, the family’s small repair shop in the heart of the village had fallen into silence, and the bills had started to pile up.
Elvin sat at the old wooden desk, head in his hands. He didn't hear the door creak open. It was Tural, his younger brother. Tural was only nineteen, a student in the city, usually full of jokes and laughter. But today, his face was serious.
Elvin felt a lump in his throat. "Tural, no... that was for your future."