Drumul spre satul copil\u0103riei mele p\u0103rea mai lung ca niciodat\u0103. Fiecare curb\u0103 aducea \u00eenapoi amintiri \u2014 unele dulci, altele amare. Ana st\u0103tea pe bancheta din spate, cu c\u0103\u0219tile \u00een urechi, iar eu m\u0103 \u00eentrebam cum s\u0103-i explic ce fel de oameni erau bunicii ei.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd am oprit \u00een fa\u021ba casei, am r\u0103mas c\u00e2teva minute \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103. Poarta era aceea\u0219i, ruginit\u0103, iar perdelele din geam parc\u0103 nu se mai mi\u0219caser\u0103 de ani \u00eentregi. Am inspirat ad\u00e2nc \u0219i am cobor\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
Fratele meu, Mihai, a ie\u0219it \u00een prag. Nu m-a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at, dar ochii lui umezi spuneau destule.
\u201eE sus, \u00een camer\u0103. Nu se mai ridic\u0103 de c\u00e2teva zile.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am urcat \u00eencet sc\u0103rile, iar fiecare pas p\u0103rea s\u0103 apese pe o ran\u0103 veche. Mama era \u00eentins\u0103 \u00een pat, palid\u0103, cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i. M-am a\u0219ezat l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea \u0219i, pentru o clip\u0103, am uitat tot.<\/p>\n
\u201eMam\u0103…\u201d am \u0219optit.<\/p>\n
Ochii i s-au deschis, \u00eencet. S-a uitat la mine ca \u0219i cum n-ar fi crezut c\u0103 sunt real\u0103. Apoi, privirea i-a cobor\u00e2t spre Ana, care st\u0103tea \u00een u\u0219\u0103, stingher\u0103.<\/p>\n
Lacrimile i-au curs f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte. \u201eEa e…?\u201d
\u201eDa\u201d, am spus. \u201eFata mea. Ne-am \u00eentors.\u201d<\/p>\n
A \u00eentins o m\u00e2n\u0103 tremur\u00e2nd\u0103 \u0219i Ana s-a apropiat. C\u00e2nd i-a atins palma, mama a izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns. Ani \u00eentregi de t\u0103cere, de vin\u0103 \u0219i ru\u0219ine s-au topit \u00eentr-o clip\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am stat acolo, \u00een t\u0103cere, trei suflete care nu mai \u0219tiau cum s\u0103 fie \u00eempreun\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, am r\u0103mas s\u0103 am grij\u0103 de ea. De\u0219i medicii nu ne d\u0103deau speran\u021be, mama p\u0103rea s\u0103 \u00eenvie cu fiecare z\u00e2mbet al Anei. M\u0103 privea adesea \u0219i spunea: \u201eMi-am dorit s\u0103 pot da timpul \u00eenapoi.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd o \u00eenveleam, mi-a prins m\u00e2na. \u201eNu te-am alungat pentru c\u0103 nu te-am iubit. Am f\u0103cut-o pentru c\u0103 mi-a fost fric\u0103. O prostie… cea mai mare prostie din via\u021ba mea.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se rupe ceva \u00een piept. Toat\u0103 furia, toat\u0103 durerea, s-au risipit. Nu mai eram fata respins\u0103, eram femeia care a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 ierte.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu, mama s-a stins lini\u0219tit\u0103, cu Ana l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea. Pe noptier\u0103, am g\u0103sit o scrisoare. Era pentru mine.<\/p>\n
\u201eAlina, iart\u0103-m\u0103. Ai fost mereu mai puternic\u0103 dec\u00e2t mine. Mul\u021bumesc c\u0103 te-ai \u00eentors. Dumnezeu s\u0103 te binecuv\u00e2nteze pe tine \u0219i pe fata ta.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am pl\u00e2ns mult \u00een ziua aceea. Dar nu de durere, ci de eliberare. \u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it, cercul se \u00eenchisese.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, am r\u0103mas \u00een curte, privind spre cas\u0103. Ana s-a apropiat \u0219i m-a \u00eentrebat:
\u201eMami, o s\u0103 plec\u0103m acum?\u201d
Am z\u00e2mbit. \u201eNu, iubito. O s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2nem pu\u021bin. Aici e locul unde totul a \u00eenceput. \u0218i unde am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat c\u0103 iertarea vindec\u0103 mai mult dec\u00e2t timpul.\u201d<\/p>\n
V\u00e2ntul adia u\u0219or printre prunii din gr\u0103din\u0103, iar pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mul\u021bi ani, casa nu mi s-a mai p\u0103rut rece. Sim\u021beam c\u0103, undeva, mama z\u00e2mbea.<\/p>\n
Iar eu, fata alungat\u0103 de alt\u0103dat\u0103, eram \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it acas\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Drumul spre satul copil\u0103riei mele p\u0103rea mai lung ca niciodat\u0103. Fiecare curb\u0103 aducea \u00eenapoi amintiri \u2014 unele dulci, altele amare. Ana st\u0103tea pe bancheta din spate, cu c\u0103\u0219tile \u00een urechi, iar eu m\u0103 \u00eentrebam cum s\u0103-i explic ce fel de oameni erau bunicii ei. C\u00e2nd am oprit \u00een fa\u021ba casei, am r\u0103mas c\u00e2teva minute \u00een […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11042,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11041","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\/11041","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=11041"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11041\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11043,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11041\/revisions\/11043"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11042"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11041"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11041"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11041"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}