My Name is Batlir, not Butler
The story of a young outcast with a "big head" who yearns to become normal.
Hello, my name is Batlır, not Butler. I’m not actually overweight, I just have some excess in a certain area…. It is told in Anatolia that a baby looks like whatever the mother craves while pregnant. My mother craved for watermelon. I mostly talk to 52 Hertz, she is the loneliest whale in the world, and she is my best friend.
