When I woke up, my mom called me for breakfast, but something felt wrong. It took me three seconds to realize what it was. Yes, my family speaks Turkish, but she said, “Josh, come have breakfast,” in English.
At first, I thought she was studying English and practicing with me, but she wasn’t. It wasn’t just her — my dad was speaking English too. On my way to school, I noticed that everyone was speaking English, even during Turkish lessons. The whole world was speaking English.
It felt like the world had split into two — America and England. Every country was affected. I thought it had to be a dream. I pinched myself, splashed water on my face, and even closed my eyes tightly, but nothing changed.
Days passed, yet everything stayed the same. Then a painful feeling grew inside me. The days when we spoke Turkish were gone forever. They should have been happy days, but now they felt empty. I missed the Turkish language so much. It felt like losing a part of myself.
One evening, while we were all sitting at the dinner table, I suddenly felt a sharp pain — and I woke up. It had all been a dream.