…nu este tat\u0103l meu adev\u0103rat. \u00cencerc\u0103 prea mult, dar nu e nici pe departe ca tata. Tata \u0219tia cum s\u0103 se distreze cu noi…\u201d<\/p>\n
Am \u00eencremenit. Cu b\u0103uturile \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, am r\u0103mas ascuns dup\u0103 col\u021b, ascult\u00e2nd cum r\u00e2setele lor se sting \u00eentr-o lini\u0219te brusc\u0103. Nici nu mai \u0219tiam dac\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc sau s\u0103 plec. Fiecare cuv\u00e2nt al lui era ca un cui \u00een pieptul meu.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd m-au z\u0103rit, s-au lini\u0219tit brusc. Le-am \u00eentins b\u0103uturile cu un z\u00e2mbet for\u021bat \u0219i am spus doar: \u201eAm luat cola pentru to\u021bi.\u201d B\u0103iatul meu vitreg m-a privit cu ochi mari, pu\u021bin ru\u0219inat. Dar n-a spus nimic.<\/p>\n
Restul zilei a trecut \u00eentr-o lini\u0219te ciudat\u0103. \u00cencercam s\u0103 m\u0103 port normal, s\u0103 glumesc, s\u0103 le fac poze, dar \u00een interiorul meu totul se fr\u00e2ngea. Mi-am petrecut ultimii ani \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 fiu acolo pentru el. L-am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 mearg\u0103 pe biciclet\u0103, l-am dus la antrenamente, i-am f\u0103cut cl\u0103tite duminica diminea\u021ba. Dar \u00een inima lui, eram tot un str\u0103in.<\/p>\n
Seara, c\u00e2nd i-am l\u0103sat pe prietenii lui acas\u0103 \u0219i am ajuns \u00eenapoi cu el, mi-a zis un simplu \u201emul\u021bumesc\u201d. Vocea lui era stins\u0103. M\u0103 a\u0219teptam s\u0103 urce direct la el \u00een camer\u0103, dar \u00een loc de asta, s-a oprit \u00een hol \u0219i m-a privit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai auzit ce am spus, nu-i a\u0219a?<\/p>\n
M-am uitat \u00een ochii lui. Nu mai era copilul care r\u00e2dea la glumele mele, ci un b\u0103iat care purta o greutate mai mare dec\u00e2t ar fi trebuit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da. Am auzit, i-am r\u0103spuns \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
A dat din cap, ru\u0219inat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00cemi pare r\u0103u. Nu cred chiar tot ce-am spus… E doar c\u0103… \u00eemi lipse\u0219te tata.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit c\u0103 durerea lui era real\u0103. \u0218i \u0219tiam c\u0103 nu pot lua locul tat\u0103lui lui, oric\u00e2t m-a\u0219 str\u0103dui. Dar puteam face altceva. Puteam fi acolo. Constant. R\u0103bd\u0103tor. Bl\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218tii ceva? Nu trebuie s\u0103 fiu ca tat\u0103l t\u0103u. El va avea \u00eentotdeauna locul lui \u00een inima ta. Eu pot fi altceva. Pot fi… cineva care \u021bine la tine, f\u0103r\u0103 condi\u021bii.<\/p>\n
B\u0103iatul a clipit de c\u00e2teva ori, apoi a spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00ce\u021bi pas\u0103… chiar dac\u0103 nu te plac mereu?<\/p>\n
Am z\u00e2mbit sincer pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een acea zi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00centotdeauna.<\/p>\n
A venit spre mine \u0219i m-a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at scurt. Poate c\u0103 nu era mult. Dar era un \u00eenceput. Un pas mic spre o rela\u021bie care se cl\u0103dea nu pe s\u00e2nge, ci pe alegere, pe loialitate, pe inim\u0103.<\/p>\n
Uneori, leg\u0103turile cele mai puternice nu sunt cele de s\u00e2nge, ci cele dintre suflete care aleg s\u0103 nu renun\u021be unul la altul, chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd doare.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
…nu este tat\u0103l meu adev\u0103rat. \u00cencerc\u0103 prea mult, dar nu e nici pe departe ca tata. Tata \u0219tia cum s\u0103 se distreze cu noi…\u201d Am \u00eencremenit. Cu b\u0103uturile \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, am r\u0103mas ascuns dup\u0103 col\u021b, ascult\u00e2nd cum r\u00e2setele lor se sting \u00eentr-o lini\u0219te brusc\u0103. Nici nu mai \u0219tiam dac\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc sau s\u0103 plec. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1253,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1252","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\/1252","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=1252"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1252\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1254,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1252\/revisions\/1254"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1253"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1252"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1252"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1252"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}