electricfox422
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joined Apr 2021
Growing up, I was always surrounded by people from all sorts of backgrounds—my closest neighbors were actually Turkish families. Their kids were my peers, so we spent all our time playing outside together. They’d come over to my place, I’d head to theirs, our parents would grab coffee together... it was just a really tight-knit way to live.
As we got older, things shifted slightly—we’d sneak off to corners just to share a cigarette or gossip about our crushes and how school was going...
Eventually, we grew up, got married, and started our own lives, though we still lived close to our families. Even then, we kept those family gatherings going.
It was one of those situations where learning each other's language just happens naturally. They learned mine, and I learned theirs.
There were times they thought they could keep a secret from me by whispering in Turkish right in front of me, thinking I couldn't understand a word—xaxaxaxaxaaaa