The big chocolate cake I was given, was carefully carried back to Mehpare’s house where I am staying. I know just the thing, we can have a party. Mehpare‘s children Ata and Basak, will love that.
Half an hour after arriving home, there is a knock on my apartment door.
There is Ata with a drawing he had coloured for me, and a present that Basak had made me.
So, there was nothing for it, but to have a ‘birthday’ party, light the candles, light the sparklers, cut the cake, and eat it.
Ata, Basak, Mehpare, Gul the housekeeper, and myself ate a piece of the cake and played some games.
So much left. Oh well I am sure Mehpare‘s husband Necdet will enjoy a slice or two after I have gone to Bahrain