He didn't pack much—just a small bag and the old wooden cane his father had left him. As he drove away from the city, the skyscrapers began to shrink in his rearview mirror. The further he went, the lighter his chest felt.
Emin felt a tear escape. He wasn't a businessman, a success, or a failure anymore. He was simply home. He looked at the winding path ahead and echoed the song's promise: I told you I would come back. Ozan Dundar Koyum Sana Gelecegim
Emin closed his eyes. Suddenly, he wasn't surrounded by concrete, but by the scent of wild thyme and freshly baked tandır bread. He didn't pack much—just a small bag and