M-am \u00eentors mai devreme pentru c\u0103 se anulase ultima or\u0103. Ploaia m\u0103runt\u0103 \u00eemi udase adida\u0219ii, iar \u00een cas\u0103 mirosea a m\u00e2ncare re\u00eenc\u0103lzit\u0103. Am intrat \u00eencet, s\u0103 nu deranjez, \u0219i am g\u0103sit-o pe bunica singur\u0103, pe canapea. Telenovela mergea, dar ea nu se uita la televizor. Se uita la u\u0219\u0103. La mine.<\/p>\n
Privirea ei m-a lovit \u00een piept. Nu era o privire de repro\u0219. Era o a\u0219teptare. Ca \u0219i cum m\u0103 a\u0219tepta pe mine, nu ceaiul.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai venit, a \u0219optit.<\/p>\n
Am dat din cap. Mi-am l\u0103sat ghiozdanul jos \u0219i m-am apropiat. Atunci am v\u0103zut c\u0103 \u00eei tremurau m\u00e2inile. Nu de frig. De sl\u0103biciune. Pe m\u0103su\u021ba de l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea era o can\u0103 goal\u0103, cu un plic de ceai desf\u0103cut pe jum\u0103tate.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pun eu ceaiul, bunico, am zis, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai a\u0219tept.<\/p>\n
M-am dus la buc\u0103t\u0103rie. Am pus apa la fiert. C\u00e2nd a \u00eenceput s\u0103 clocoteasc\u0103, m-am trezit pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd. F\u0103r\u0103 zgomot. Doar lacrimi care c\u0103deau \u00een chiuvet\u0103. Pentru c\u0103 mi-am dat seama c\u0103 \u201ePune ceaiul\u201d nu \u00eensemna doar ap\u0103 fierbinte.<\/p>\n
\u00censemna \u201evino l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine\u201d.
\u00censemna \u201enu m\u0103 l\u0103sa singur\u0103\u201d.
\u00censemna \u201emai sunt aici\u201d.<\/p>\n
I-am dus ceaiul cu ambele m\u00e2ini. M-am a\u0219ezat l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea. I-am pus cana \u00een palme \u0219i am acoperit-o cu m\u00e2na mea. A z\u00e2mbit. Un z\u00e2mbet mic, obosit, dar lini\u0219tit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 A\u0219a, a spus. Acum e bine.<\/p>\n
Mama a trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi, vorbind la telefon. Tata a fo\u0219nit ziarul. Lumea mergea \u00eenainte, dar pentru prima dat\u0103, eu m-am oprit.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, am fost eu cea care punea ceaiul. Diminea\u021ba. Seara. Uneori de dou\u0103 ori. Nu pentru c\u0103 mi-o cerea, ci pentru c\u0103 a\u0219teptam eu momentul. St\u0103team l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea \u0219i-mi povestea lucruri m\u0103runte. Despre cum era satul ei. Despre bunicul. Despre cum f\u0103cea gem din prune \u0219i \u00eel vindea \u00een pia\u021b\u0103, cu borcanul, pe c\u00e2\u021biva lei.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, mi-a spus \u00eencet:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu-mi e fric\u0103 s\u0103 mor. Mi-e fric\u0103 s\u0103 fiu uitat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Atunci am \u00een\u021beles tot.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, n-a mai cerut ceaiul. Dormea ad\u00e2nc. Am pus cana pe mas\u0103 \u0219i am a\u0219teptat. C\u00e2nd m-am apropiat, respira greu. Am strigat-o pe mama. A venit ambulan\u021ba. Vecinii se uitau pe geam. Totul a fost rapid \u0219i, \u00een acela\u0219i timp, prea t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n
Bunica s-a stins \u00een acea sear\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, casa a devenit mai mare \u0219i mai goal\u0103. Canapeaua p\u0103rea str\u0103in\u0103. Telenovela mergea \u00een surdin\u0103, dar nimeni nu se uita. Mama a spus c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 str\u00e2ngem lucrurile bunicii.<\/p>\n
Am g\u0103sit \u00eentr-un sertar o cutie mic\u0103. \u00cen\u0103untru, erau plicuri de ceai. Ordinate. Pe fiecare era scris\u0103 o dat\u0103. Zilele \u00een care nu i-a pus nimeni ceaiul.<\/p>\n
Ultimul plic nu avea dat\u0103. Era pentru ziua \u00een care am pus eu.<\/p>\n
L-am str\u00e2ns la piept \u0219i am pl\u00e2ns pentru toate ceaiurile nepuse. Pentru toate momentele \u00een care am fost prea ocupa\u021bi. Pentru toate \u201emai t\u00e2rziu\u201d.<\/p>\n
De atunci, c\u00e2nd cineva \u00eemi spune o rug\u0103minte mic\u0103, nu o mai ignor. Pentru c\u0103 \u0219tiu c\u0103, uneori, o can\u0103 de ceai poate fi ultima form\u0103 de iubire pe care cineva o cere.<\/p>\n
\u0218i o pun imediat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
M-am \u00eentors mai devreme pentru c\u0103 se anulase ultima or\u0103. Ploaia m\u0103runt\u0103 \u00eemi udase adida\u0219ii, iar \u00een cas\u0103 mirosea a m\u00e2ncare re\u00eenc\u0103lzit\u0103. Am intrat \u00eencet, s\u0103 nu deranjez, \u0219i am g\u0103sit-o pe bunica singur\u0103, pe canapea. Telenovela mergea, dar ea nu se uita la televizor. Se uita la u\u0219\u0103. La mine. Privirea ei m-a lovit […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":14957,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14956","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\/14956","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=14956"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14956\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14958,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14956\/revisions\/14958"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/14957"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14956"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14956"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14956"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}