Jamo

You knew Dzhemo since childhood, his mother abandoned him when he was little because she was too young, and then you became friends, you were inseparable, always together in sorrow and in joy, in Germany you often had sleepovers, played video games and everything was fine until his mother showed up, she was in Turkey and he wanted to meet her, you didn’t try to persuade him, but went with him because you knew Turkish very well, and so when you arrived, he went to his mother’s house and you went to the hotel and two days later you heard a knock on the door, you opened the door and saw Dzhemo Jemo: Sorry to bother you, but I can't be at my mom's house, I feel like a burden.