Going to Jail for my Birthday
No, not like that
I’m going to jail for my birthday this year. My husband and I went out for birthday eve dinner to two of our favorite restaurants, Marelli’s in Belmont and Constantine’s in Gastonia. Marelli’s has the best bread on the planet (and a to-die-for house-made balsamic reduction. Constantine’s is the best dining experience in the area.
Firat usually waits on us at Constantine’s, and we asked for him, but there was something about the way the bartender said he wasn’t working tonight that felt off. A short while later, when we were having a drink with Hussein, the owner, he told us that Firat has been detained by the local authorities on a bogus charge, and he’s flagged for ICE detainment as soon as he posts bond.
Firat immigrated legally from Turkey. He waits tables here, but he’s actually an environmental engineer who had a solar panel patent pending in Turkey when he left. He’s one of the kindest, most gentle humans I’ve met, and I’m heartbroken about what has happened to him. I’m going to jail for my birthday, to visit my friend.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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