Elvin felt a lump in his throat. "Tural, no... that was for your future."
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." 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 felt a lump in his throat
"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." "I’ll handle it, Tural
In that moment, the cold room felt warm. Elvin realized that while he had lost a father, he had gained a partner. The shop didn't feel like a burden anymore; it felt like a bridge to a future they would build together, side by side.
"The bank called again, didn't they?" Tural asked softly, sitting across from him.
"Elvin, look at me," Tural insisted. When Elvin finally raised his tired eyes, he saw Tural pushing a small, worn envelope across the desk. Inside was a stack of manat notes, neatly folded. "What is this?" Elvin whispered.