Tuesday.
"Fatih, Fatih, Fatih."
"Five more minutes," Fatih groaned as he turned to the other side and covered himself with a blanket.
"If you wake up now, we have enough time for breakfast. If you want to sleep more, you will have to miss it…"
Before she could even finish articulating her threat, Fatih complained, "Fine, I'm up. But do you think threatening your grandson is good?" He got up, sitting with his eyes only partially open in the hope that he would be allowed to sleep more. But he knew the moment his grandmother threatened him with food that the chance of that was nearly nil.
After all, she knew very well that he enjoyed eating and trying different foods, things he had little of in his previous life due to needing to keep his weight in check to avoid complications. So to him, that threat carried more weight than usual.
