1. She’s the janitor who got her driver’s license. Has a classic Turkish face, very sweet. When I asked her to sit for me she was hesitant, but later very excited. In my broken Turkish I learned she got married at 14, and has two children, a daughter 21 (married) and a son (19).
2. She’s one of my friends here. Someone close to her is dying, and as she sat for me she told me the doctors had said what everyone dreads: prepare yourself. I love her terribly and wrapped her suffering in rainbows and flowers in my painting. She liked it. I hope it made her feel better, even if only for a moment.
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