C\u00e2nd deschise u\u0219a camerei, Emilia st\u0103tea \u00een mijlocul podelei, cu o vaz\u0103 spart\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 picioare. Margareta era l\u00e2ng\u0103 fereastr\u0103, \u021bin\u00e2nd \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 un prosop ud. Nu pl\u00e2ngea, nu ridica tonul, doar se uita la copil cu o triste\u021be ad\u00e2nc\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ie\u0219i \u0219i tu, o s\u0103 pleci ca toate celelalte! \u021bip\u0103 fata, tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Margareta nu spuse nimic. Se apropie \u00eencet, se aplec\u0103 \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 str\u00e2ng\u0103 cioburile. Ion deschise gura s\u0103 intervin\u0103, dar femeia \u00eei f\u0103cu semn u\u0219or din cap \u2014 s\u0103 tac\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva clipe, vocea ei calm\u0103 umplu camera.
\u2014 \u0218tii, Emilia, c\u00e2nd eram mic\u0103, mama mea sp\u0103rgea lucruri mereu. Dar nu pentru c\u0103 era rea. Ci pentru c\u0103 \u00eei era dor de tata. A\u0219a sim\u021bea ea c\u0103 \u00eel mai aude. \u021ai-e dor de mama ta?<\/p>\n
Fata o privi ne\u00eencrez\u0103toare. Ochii i se umezir\u0103, dar nu spuse nimic. Margareta se a\u0219ez\u0103 jos, chiar acolo, pe covor, \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 povesteasc\u0103 despre cei trei copii ai ei, despre cum fiecare avusese momente \u00een care durerea se pref\u0103cea \u00een furie.<\/p>\n
Ion st\u0103tea \u00een prag, f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte. Era prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd cineva nu o certa pe Emilia, ci o asculta.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva minute, fata \u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103 abia auzit:
\u2014 \u0218i eu o aud… uneori, noaptea… c\u00e2nd plou\u0103.<\/p>\n
Margareta z\u00e2mbi cald.
\u2014 Poate c\u0103 nu plou\u0103 \u00eentotdeauna afar\u0103, draga mea. Poate c\u0103 plou\u0103 doar \u00een suflet. Dar \u0219i ploaia trece, \u0219tii?<\/p>\n
Din ziua aceea, ceva s-a schimbat. Emilia nu mai tr\u00e2ntea u\u0219i. \u00cencepuse s\u0103 o caute pe Margareta prin cas\u0103, s\u0103-i arate desene, s\u0103-i spun\u0103 pove\u0219ti. \u00centr-o sear\u0103, Ion a g\u0103sit-o dormind pe canapea, cu capul \u00een poala femeii, iar Margareta \u00eei m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia p\u0103rul f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 nimic.<\/p>\n
La \u00eenceput, Ion a sim\u021bit ru\u0219ine. \u00cei fusese mai u\u0219or s\u0103 concedieze oameni dec\u00e2t s\u0103-\u0219i priveasc\u0103 propria fiic\u0103. \u00cei era team\u0103 s\u0103 se apropie de ea, s\u0103 nu gre\u0219easc\u0103 din nou. Dar Margareta \u00eel \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba altceva: c\u0103 dragostea nu cere perfec\u021biune, ci prezen\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o duminic\u0103, c\u00e2nd soarele b\u0103tea peste gr\u0103dina casei, Ion a l\u0103sat pentru prima dat\u0103 laptopul \u00eenchis. S-a a\u0219ezat l\u00e2ng\u0103 Emilia \u0219i i-a spus:
\u2014 Hai s\u0103 mergem p\u00e2n\u0103 la cimitir. S\u0103-i ducem flori mamei tale.<\/p>\n
Fata a clipit mirat\u0103, apoi a dat din cap. Pe drum, nu au vorbit mult. Dar c\u00e2nd au ajuns, Ion a sim\u021bit pentru prima dat\u0103 c\u0103 nu mai e singur. Emilia i-a luat m\u00e2na, str\u00e2ng\u00e2nd-o cu putere.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Tati, crezi c\u0103 mama ne aude?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da, draga mea. Cred c\u0103 ne aude. \u0218i cred c\u0103 z\u00e2mbe\u0219te.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu, Margareta \u0219i-a f\u0103cut bagajele. Spuse c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 mearg\u0103 acas\u0103, la nepo\u021bi. Ion \u00eencerc\u0103 s-o conving\u0103 s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, dar ea z\u00e2mbi.
\u2014 Nu mai ave\u021bi nevoie de mine. A\u021bi \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 v\u0103 auzi\u021bi unul pe altul.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 plecarea ei, casa nu a mai fost pustie. \u00cen locul \u021bipetelor se auzea r\u00e2sul Emiliei. \u00cen buc\u0103t\u0103rie mirosea a pr\u0103jituri, iar \u00een fiecare sear\u0103 tat\u0103l citea pove\u0219ti, a\u0219a cum f\u0103cea odinioar\u0103 so\u021bia lui.<\/p>\n
Ion \u00een\u021belese atunci ceva simplu \u0219i adev\u0103rat: uneori, oamenii care par veni\u021bi pentru o slujb\u0103 sunt trimi\u0219i de Dumnezeu pentru o misiune. Margareta nu fusese doar o menajer\u0103. Fusese liantul care a lipit dou\u0103 suflete fr\u00e2nte.<\/p>\n
Iar \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, c\u00e2nd Emilia a venit la el \u0219i i-a \u00eentins o h\u00e2rtie, inima i s-a topit.
Pe foaie scria, st\u00e2ngaci, cu litere mari: \u201eTe iubesc, tati. Mul\u021bumesc c\u0103 nu ai plecat.\u201d<\/p>\n
Atunci a \u0219tiut. \u0218ase femei plecaser\u0103 din cauza durerii. A \u0219aptea adusese vindecarea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
C\u00e2nd deschise u\u0219a camerei, Emilia st\u0103tea \u00een mijlocul podelei, cu o vaz\u0103 spart\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 picioare. Margareta era l\u00e2ng\u0103 fereastr\u0103, \u021bin\u00e2nd \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 un prosop ud. Nu pl\u00e2ngea, nu ridica tonul, doar se uita la copil cu o triste\u021be ad\u00e2nc\u0103. \u2014 Ie\u0219i \u0219i tu, o s\u0103 pleci ca toate celelalte! \u021bip\u0103 fata, tremur\u00e2nd. Margareta nu spuse […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11977,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11976","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\/11976","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=11976"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11976\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11978,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11976\/revisions\/11978"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11977"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11976"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11976"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11976"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}