Photo Sabah Pictures Turkish Literature by Luotations

The house had seen births, engagements, celebrations, deaths. It had expanded like a bellows for every corner and then returned to its normal size. Some had departed, some had died but the grandmother always remained. Always she had sat by her piano and poured out her candid feelings into it.

The house had seen births, engagements, celebrations, deaths. It had expanded like a bellows for every corner and then returned to its normal size. Some had departed, some had died but the grandmother always remained. Always she had sat by her piano and poured out her candid feelings into it.