Elvin sat at the old wooden desk, head in his hands. He didn't hear the door creak open. It was Tural, his younger brother. Tural was only nineteen, a student in the city, usually full of jokes and laughter. But today, his face was serious.
"The bank called again, didn't they?" Tural asked softly, sitting across from him. Sen Oldun Arxa Dayaqim Qardasimвќ¤QardasimрџЉвќ¤
Tural reached out and gripped Elvin’s hand—a hand calloused from hard labor. "You spent five years working double shifts so I could go to school. You were the one who stood firm when the wind tried to blow our house down. You’ve been my mountain, Elvin. But even a mountain needs the earth beneath it to be strong." Elvin sat at the old wooden desk, head in his hands
"I took a night job at the warehouse in the city three months ago," Tural said. "And I sold my laptop. I can use the library's computers. This is enough to cover the next three months of the loan." Tural was only nineteen, a student in the
Elvin sighed, not looking up. "I’ll handle it, Tural. You just focus on your exams. You’re going to be the engineer this family needs. I’ll find a way to keep the shop going."