My Turkish relatives are bringing out the Turkish in Anne too. They’ve cried together about her health. Her back is hurting her, she is sweating a lot, and her heart is pounding. Baba is hard to manage, beginning to lose his mind, and everyone seems to have forgotten about his sugar problem.
I don’t know what to do with myself - or more particularly, my emotions when it comes to my Turkish family.
I am torn in my desire to interweave our cultures together. I am disgusted when I see others reject integral parts of Turkish culture while inserting themselves here in this land, schools, culture. And I am frustrated with the culture of my own Turkish family, rejecting the very ones, and I love doing the very thing I hate.
I don’t know the answer - but I’m working on it - on a personal level, professional level, and philosophical level.
Just not very successfully because its not all cultural - some of its just me: I want to feed my own kids, I have different mops for indoors, outdoors, and the bathrooms, that is not a bowl - this is a bowl, please put suncream and hat on your own kid.
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