Am fugit to\u021bi spre u\u0219\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tim ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103. Tata era palid, cu fa\u021ba transpirat\u0103, iar Elena st\u0103tea pe marginea patului, cu ochii ro\u0219ii de pl\u00e2ns. Am sim\u021bit cum inima \u00eemi bate nebune\u0219te.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eCe s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat?\u201d, am \u00eentrebat eu, tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Elena \u0219i-a acoperit fa\u021ba cu palmele \u0219i a izbucnit din nou \u00een lacrimi. Tata a ridicat m\u00e2na, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s-o lini\u0219teasc\u0103, dar p\u0103rea \u0219i el pierdut. \u00cen cele din urm\u0103, ea a reu\u0219it s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 printre sughi\u021buri:
\u2014 \u201eNu pot… nu pot s\u0103 fiu so\u021bia lui… am crezut c\u0103 pot, dar nu pot.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ne-am uitat unii la al\u021bii, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021belegem. Tata a r\u0103mas t\u0103cut c\u00e2teva clipe, apoi a spus cu voce joas\u0103:
\u2014 \u201eE \u00een regul\u0103, Elena. Nu te for\u021ba.\u201d<\/p>\n
Atunci mi-am dat seama c\u0103 ceva nu era legat de momentul \u00een sine, ci de trecut. \u00cen zilele care au urmat, am aflat adev\u0103rul. Elena pierduse cu ani \u00een urm\u0103 un logodnic \u00eentr-un accident, chiar \u00eenainte de nunt\u0103. Nu reu\u0219ise niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 treac\u0103 peste acea traum\u0103, iar \u00een noaptea nun\u021bii, amintirile s-au n\u0103pustit peste ea.<\/p>\n
Tata a fost primul care a \u00een\u021beles. \u00cen loc s-o judece, i-a f\u0103cut un ceai \u0219i i-a spus lini\u0219tit:
\u2014 \u201eAtunci s\u0103 fim prieteni. Nu vreau s\u0103 te doar\u0103 nimic l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zilele au trecut, \u0219i de\u0219i dormeau \u00een camere separate, \u00eentre ei s-a legat o prietenie nea\u0219teptat de sincer\u0103. Elena \u00eei citea zilnic dintr-o carte de poezii, iar el \u00eei povestea despre mama noastr\u0103, despre cum o cunoscuse pe vremea c\u00e2nd era t\u00e2n\u0103r \u0219i vis\u0103tor.<\/p>\n
Cu timpul, casa s-a umplut din nou de r\u00e2sete. Tata a \u00eenceput s\u0103 c\u00e2nte la radio, iar Elena, timid\u0103 la \u00eenceput, r\u00e2dea cu el. Erau ca doi oameni care se vindecau reciproc, f\u0103r\u0103 promisiuni \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 obliga\u021bii.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 de prim\u0103var\u0103, tata a venit la mine \u0219i mi-a spus:
\u2014 \u201e\u0218tii, fiule… n-am avut nevoie de o so\u021bie. Aveam nevoie de un suflet bun l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
L-am privit cum pleca \u00eencet \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, cu cea\u0219ca de cafea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, iar Elena \u00eel urma z\u00e2mbind.<\/p>\n
Atunci am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 iubirea nu trebuie s\u0103 fie perfect\u0103 ca s\u0103 fie adev\u0103rat\u0103. Uneori, doi oameni se g\u0103sesc nu ca s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 o poveste de dragoste, ci ca s\u0103-\u0219i vindece r\u0103nile \u0219i s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be din nou ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 lini\u0219tea.<\/p>\n
\u0218i de atunci, ori de c\u00e2te ori trec pe la ei, aud din camera lor r\u00e2sete \u0219i c\u00e2ntece vechi. Iar casa care alt\u0103dat\u0103 era pustie e din nou plin\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Am fugit to\u021bi spre u\u0219\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tim ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103. Tata era palid, cu fa\u021ba transpirat\u0103, iar Elena st\u0103tea pe marginea patului, cu ochii ro\u0219ii de pl\u00e2ns. Am sim\u021bit cum inima \u00eemi bate nebune\u0219te. \u2014 \u201eCe s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat?\u201d, am \u00eentrebat eu, tremur\u00e2nd. Elena \u0219i-a acoperit fa\u021ba cu palmele \u0219i a izbucnit din nou \u00een […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11815,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11814","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\/11814","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=11814"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11814\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11816,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11814\/revisions\/11816"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11815"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11814"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11814"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11814"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}