Copilul tres\u0103ri la auzul vocii ei. \u00ce\u0219i ridic\u0103 u\u0219or capul \u0219i o privi cu o curiozitate obosit\u0103, ca un animal speriat care nu mai \u0219tie dac\u0103 s\u0103 fug\u0103 sau s\u0103 spere.<\/p>\n
Laura f\u0103cu un pas \u00eenainte, apoi altul, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 simt\u0103 frigul, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 aud\u0103 ploaia care \u00eei uda p\u0103rul. Tot ce vedea era acel chip… chipul care \u00eei b\u00e2ntuise nop\u021bile timp de cinci ani.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nicolae\u2026 sunt eu, mama ta, \u2014 \u0219opti ea, tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
B\u0103iatul clipi de c\u00e2teva ori, apoi se ridic\u0103 \u00eencet. Umbrela rupt\u0103 \u00eei alunec\u0103 din m\u00e2ini. Avea obrajii murdari \u0219i buzele vinete.
\u2014 Nu\u2026 eu nu am mam\u0103, \u2014 spuse el \u00eencet, d\u00e2nd un pas \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n
Inima Laurei se fr\u00e2nse \u00een mii de buc\u0103\u021bi. \u00cei venea s\u0103 alerge \u0219i s\u0103-l str\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be, dar teama c\u0103 l-ar putea speria o opri. Se l\u0103s\u0103 \u00een genunchi, la nivelul lui, \u00een mijlocul trotuarului ud.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Te rog, uit\u0103-te bine la mine, puiul meu. \u021ai-aduci aminte de ursule\u021bul albastru? \u00cel \u021bineai mereu \u00een bra\u021be c\u00e2nd adormeai…<\/p>\n
Ochii copilului se m\u0103rir\u0103 u\u0219or. P\u0103rea c\u0103 o amintire vag\u0103 i se aprinde undeva ad\u00e2nc, dar se stinse la fel de repede.
\u2014 Doamna de la centru mi-a spus c\u0103 mama mea nu m\u0103 mai caut\u0103, \u2014 rosti el cu vocea sub\u021bire, aproape vinovat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Cuvintele i-au t\u0103iat r\u0103suflarea. Laura se ridic\u0103 \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i \u0219terse lacrimile cu dosul palmei.
\u2014 Te-au min\u021bit, dragul meu. Te-am c\u0103utat \u00een fiecare zi. \u00cen fiecare noapte am adormit cu poza ta \u00een bra\u021be.<\/p>\n
Eduard st\u0103tea pu\u021bin mai \u00een spate, uimit, ne\u00een\u021beleg\u00e2nd de ce mama lui pl\u00e2ngea \u00een fa\u021ba acelui b\u0103iat ud \u0219i tremur\u00e2nd.
\u2014 Mam\u0103, e el? \u2014 \u00eentreb\u0103, privind c\u00e2nd la unul, c\u00e2nd la cel\u0103lalt.<\/p>\n
Laura nu mai putea vorbi. \u00centinse m\u00e2inile spre copil, dar el ezit\u0103. Privirea i se opri pe Eduard, \u0219i atunci chipul i se lumin\u0103 u\u0219or. Era ca \u0219i cum s-ar fi privit \u00een oglind\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 El\u2026 el seam\u0103n\u0103 cu mine, \u2014 murmur\u0103 b\u0103iatul, cu un z\u00e2mbet timid.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acel moment, o femeie \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 ie\u0219i din brut\u0103rie, \u021bin\u00e2nd un prosop \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103.
\u2014 Ionu\u021b, vino, dragule! \u021ai-am spus s\u0103 nu te \u00eendep\u0103rtezi, \u2014 strig\u0103 ea.<\/p>\n
Laura se \u00eentoarse brusc.
\u2014 Ionu\u021b? \u2014 \u00eentreb\u0103. \u2014 A\u0219a \u00eei spune\u021bi?<\/p>\n
Femeia cl\u0103tin\u0103 din cap.
\u2014 A\u0219a i-am pus numele. L-am g\u0103sit acum trei ani \u00een spatele g\u0103rii, fl\u0103m\u00e2nd \u0219i speriat. N-am avut inima s\u0103-l las.<\/p>\n
Laura sim\u021bi cum p\u0103m\u00e2ntul i se clatin\u0103 sub picioare. Se apropie, scoase o fotografie \u0219ifonat\u0103 din portofel \u0219i i-o ar\u0103t\u0103 b\u0103iatului. \u00cen poz\u0103, un copil cu aceea\u0219i privire c\u0103pruie z\u00e2mbea \u021bin\u00e2nd un balon ro\u0219u.<\/p>\n
\u2014 E\u0219ti tu, iubitul meu, \u2014 \u0219opti ea. \u2014 Uite… acela\u0219i semn, acela\u0219i z\u00e2mbet.<\/p>\n
B\u0103iatul se uit\u0103 la poz\u0103, apoi la ea. O clip\u0103 lung\u0103, t\u0103cut\u0103, se \u00eentinse \u00eentre ei.
Apoi, dintr-odat\u0103, se arunc\u0103 \u00een bra\u021bele ei.<\/p>\n
Laura \u00eel str\u00e2nse cu putere, tremur\u00e2nd din tot corpul. Ploaia curgea pe chipurile lor, amestecat\u0103 cu lacrimi. Eduard se apropie \u0219i \u00eei \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103 pe am\u00e2ndoi, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai \u00eentrebe nimic.<\/p>\n
Oamenii de pe trotuar se opreau \u0219i priveau scena \u00een t\u0103cere, unii z\u00e2mbind, al\u021bii cu ochii umezi.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva minute, Laura ridic\u0103 privirea spre cer.
\u2014 Mul\u021bumesc, Doamne, \u2014 \u0219opti. \u2014 Mi l-ai adus \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n
Pe cer, printre norii gri, se z\u0103rea o raz\u0103 de soare timid\u0103. \u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 cinci ani, Laura sim\u021bi c\u0103 poate respira din nou.<\/p>\n
\u00cen inima ei, durerea se transforma \u00een recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103. Iar \u00een bra\u021bele ei, b\u0103ie\u021belul pierdut redevenea fiul ei.
Un miracol, venit \u00eentr-o zi ploioas\u0103, c\u00e2nd nu mai credea c\u0103 via\u021ba o mai poate surprinde.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Copilul tres\u0103ri la auzul vocii ei. \u00ce\u0219i ridic\u0103 u\u0219or capul \u0219i o privi cu o curiozitate obosit\u0103, ca un animal speriat care nu mai \u0219tie dac\u0103 s\u0103 fug\u0103 sau s\u0103 spere. Laura f\u0103cu un pas \u00eenainte, apoi altul, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 simt\u0103 frigul, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 aud\u0103 ploaia care \u00eei uda p\u0103rul. Tot ce vedea era acel […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11012,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11011","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-povesti"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11011","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11011"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11011\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11013,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11011\/revisions\/11013"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11012"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11011"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11011"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11011"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}