Sarah arrived at the bustling market early in the morning, clutching tightly onto her list. She navigated through crowded stalls, colorful fabrics, and aromatic spices vying for her attention. Finally, she reached the corner stall where Uncle Murat usually sold rolls of fabric.
To her horror, neither Uncle Murat nor his goods were in sight. Sarah inquired around, but no one had seen him that day. She searched other stalls, hoping to find something suitable for her daughter’s dress, but nothing caught her eye.
Disheartened, Sarah was about to give up and return home empty-handed when a young woman approached her. “Excuse me,” the girl said, “I couldn’t help but overhear. I know where Uncle Murat is.” Sarah was surprised. “You do?”
she asked. The girl nodded. “He’s my uncle. He had to leave town due to family circumstances, but he left me some of his fabrics to sell in his absence. I can take you to them if you’d like.” Overflowing with gratitude, Sarah followed the girl to a small stall at the edge of the market.
There she found a beautiful selection of fabrics and quickly chose the perfect one for her daughter’s dress. In reality, Uncle Murat is nearby and hasn’t gone anywhere. Can you see him?
