In My Treasure Box I Have These Turkish Earrings

Years ago, I handed in my BA dissertation, went home, got my suitcases, and headed off to the airport to catch a flight to Marmaris, Turkey.

That city was the best place for shopping! I went to two different kinds of markets and then the high street of shops. These earrings were made by a Turkish lady.

She wore a dusty dress and had long dark hair that needed cut and brushed. Her face was tan and wrinkly from the sun but her eyes looked youthful and hopeful. She didn’t say much to me. She didn’t have to. Have you ever met someone that you felt something for but you didn’t know why?  I saw these earrings and bought them almost instantly. The lady smiled and thanked me. I thanked her in return, but didn’t say what I really wanted. I could have sat next to her all day and listened to her tell the story of her life.

I met her only once. I’ll probably never meet her again. But I hold in my hand something she once held in hers. And we will be forever connected.

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