Mihai a oftat ad\u00e2nc. Cinci minute nu \u00eensemnau nimic. Cinci minute le d\u0103duse tuturor, de la terapeu\u021bi cu diplome str\u0103lucitoare p\u00e2n\u0103 la oameni care jurau c\u0103 \u201e\u0219tiu ei un leac sigur\u201d.<\/p>\n
A deschis u\u0219a salonului.<\/p>\n
Rebeca st\u0103tea \u00een scaunul cu rotile, cu m\u00e2inile str\u00e2nse \u00een poal\u0103. Avea zece ani, ochi mari \u0219i obosi\u021bi, prea maturi pentru v\u00e2rsta ei. C\u00e2nd l-a v\u0103zut pe Ionu\u021b, a tres\u0103rit u\u0219or.<\/p>\n
\u201eTati\u2026\u201d, a \u0219optit ea.<\/p>\n
\u201eE \u00een regul\u0103\u201d, i-a spus Mihai. \u201eB\u0103iatul \u0103sta vrea s\u0103 stea pu\u021bin de vorb\u0103 cu tine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doctori\u021ba a vrut s\u0103 intervin\u0103, dar Mihai a ridicat m\u00e2na. Pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een doi ani, a sim\u021bit c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 asculte.<\/p>\n
Ionu\u021b s-a apropiat \u00eencet de Rebeca \u0219i s-a a\u0219ezat pe podea, la nivelul ei.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u021ai-e fric\u0103 de zgomotul \u0103la, nu?\u201d, a spus el simplu.<\/p>\n
Rebeca a \u00eencremenit.<\/p>\n
\u201eDe fr\u00e2na autobuzului\u2026\u201d, a murmurat ea.<\/p>\n
Mihai a sim\u021bit cum i se taie picioarele. \u00cen ziua \u00een care Rebeca se oprise din mers, fusese aproape lovit\u0103 de un autobuz pe trecerea de pietoni. Sc\u0103pase fizic nev\u0103t\u0103mat\u0103. A\u0219a li se spusese.<\/p>\n
\u201eC\u00e2nd l-ai auzit, corpul t\u0103u a \u00eenghe\u021bat\u201d, a continuat Ionu\u021b. \u201eAi vrut s\u0103 fugi, dar n-ai mai putut.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacrimile au \u00eenceput s\u0103 curg\u0103 pe obrajii feti\u021bei.<\/p>\n
\u201eEu\u2026 am crezut c\u0103 mor\u201d, a spus ea printre sughi\u021buri.<\/p>\n
Mihai s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it pe scaun. Pentru prima dat\u0103, cineva vedea adev\u0103rul.<\/p>\n
Ionu\u021b i-a \u00eentins m\u00e2na Rebec\u0103i.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu te mai urm\u0103re\u0219te nimic. E\u0219ti \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103. Uite, \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 te ridici. Nu pentru a merge. Doar s\u0103 stai \u00een picioare.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebeca a ezitat. Apoi, cu m\u00e2na str\u00e2ns\u0103 \u00een a lui, s-a ridicat tremur\u00e2nd. Genunchii \u00eei vibrau, respira\u021bia i se t\u0103ia.<\/p>\n
\u201eBravo\u201d, i-a spus Ionu\u021b. \u201eAt\u00e2t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mihai a sim\u021bit cum \u00eei explodeaz\u0103 inima \u00een piept.<\/p>\n
A doua zi, Rebeca a mai f\u0103cut un pas. Apoi \u00eenc\u0103 unul. Cu lacrimi, cu fric\u0103, dar pe picioarele ei.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, mergea singur\u0103 pe holurile spitalului.<\/p>\n
Doctorii erau \u00een stare de \u0219oc.<\/p>\n
Mihai l-a chemat pe Ionu\u021b \u00een biroul lui.<\/p>\n
\u201eAm promis ceva\u201d, i-a spus. \u201eDac\u0103 vrei\u2026 te adopt. Ai avea tot ce-\u021bi dore\u0219ti.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ionu\u021b a z\u00e2mbit trist.<\/p>\n
\u201eV\u0103 mul\u021bumesc, dar nu pot.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eDe ce?\u201d, a \u00eentrebat Mihai, uluit.<\/p>\n
\u201ePentru c\u0103 mai sunt copii ca mine. \u0218i ca Rebeca. Care au nevoie s\u0103 fie auzi\u021bi, nu cump\u0103ra\u021bi.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mihai a \u00een\u021beles atunci c\u00e2t de s\u0103rac fusese, de fapt.<\/p>\n
A finan\u021bat orfelinatul. A adus psihologi. A schimbat vie\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Iar Rebeca, \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103, mergea pe picioarele ei p\u00e2n\u0103 la poart\u0103, unde \u00eel a\u0219tepta pe Ionu\u021b.<\/p>\n
Nu ca un copil adoptat.<\/p>\n
Ci ca un copil care le-a redat tuturor curajul de a merge mai departe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mihai a oftat ad\u00e2nc. Cinci minute nu \u00eensemnau nimic. Cinci minute le d\u0103duse tuturor, de la terapeu\u021bi cu diplome str\u0103lucitoare p\u00e2n\u0103 la oameni care jurau c\u0103 \u201e\u0219tiu ei un leac sigur\u201d. A deschis u\u0219a salonului. Rebeca st\u0103tea \u00een scaunul cu rotile, cu m\u00e2inile str\u00e2nse \u00een poal\u0103. Avea zece ani, ochi mari \u0219i obosi\u021bi, prea maturi […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":14835,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14834","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\/14834","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=14834"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14834\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14836,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14834\/revisions\/14836"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/14835"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14834"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14834"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14834"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}