Last year on Mother's Day (just like this year, actually) - Tolga got me a beautiful purse and matching pair of shoes. I didn't really use a purse until then, as my school bag always had to be big or these days - I travel with a diaper bag - but I had bought a simple one in America and started using it more when he got me this purse. It was leather, hand stitched with silk lining - made in Turkey. Beautiful and unique.
It made me think of my mom - and so I showed it to her. In her enthusiasm, she said, "I want one too!" And Tolga, in his enthusiasm said,
"OK Mom!"
And I thought - ugh. I knew it cost hundreds of dollars, something I would never buy for myself - and Tolga would buy for anyone whatever they wanted. Money is not an object for him. It's really beautiful - and on the very opposite spectrum there's me where money is this huge obstacle.
We brought it up to my mom again - about the purse, and she said she'd be happy with gold earrings (dangly ones) or something to put on the wall. Quite the wide spectrum of things - her enthusiasm and logic are not so entwined.
When I asked my sister what she wanted, she said, "What would you ask for if you were me?"
We both know the answer - something nice or course. We are cut from the same cloth, unfortunately.
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