ISTANBUL: MEMORIES AND THE CITY -- 14
BY ORHAN PAMUK
When
she was reading the latest on this drama, my mother was alone in her room, or
so she told me with a mixture of regret and annoyance many years later.
After
taking her to the hospital, my father had grown restless and, when my mother’s
labor failed to progress, he’d gone out to meet with friends.
The only person
with her in the delivery room was my aunt, who’d managed to climb over the
hospital’s garden wall in the middle of the night.
When my mother first set
eyes on me, she found me thinner and more fragile than my brother had been.
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