Short Story: The Slingshot, the Barsadig
“Oh Tamar! Tell them the barsadig story!” my mother exclaims, jumping up in her chair and taking a sip of her wine. “Akh Tamar, inch guh sirem ayt badmutyunuh.” (“I
“Oh Tamar! Tell them the barsadig story!” my mother exclaims, jumping up in her chair and taking a sip of her wine. “Akh Tamar, inch guh sirem ayt badmutyunuh.” (“I