Cea\u021ba se ridica \u00eencet, dar \u00een pieptul lui Alexandru se l\u0103sa o greutate tot mai mare. St\u0103tea \u00een fa\u021ba morm\u00e2ntului \u0219i sim\u021bea c\u0103 tot ce \u0219tia despre via\u021ba lui se cl\u0103tina din temelii.<\/p>\n
\u201eM\u0103tu\u0219a Lidia e mama noastr\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cuvintele acelea nu-i mai ie\u0219eau din minte.<\/p>\n
S-a a\u0219ezat pe banca de piatr\u0103 de l\u00e2ng\u0103 cruce \u0219i a \u00eenchis ochii. \u00ce\u0219i amintea chipul Lidiei, bl\u00e2nd, mereu atent la al\u021bii. \u00ce\u0219i amintea cum, \u00een ultimii ani, mai ales \u00eenainte s\u0103 se \u00eemboln\u0103veasc\u0103 grav, disp\u0103rea uneori f\u0103r\u0103 explica\u021bii. Spunea c\u0103 are \u201etreburi de rezolvat\u201d. El n-o \u00eentrebase niciodat\u0103 prea mult. Aveau bani, aveau lini\u0219te, aveau \u00eencredere.<\/p>\n
Sau cel pu\u021bin a\u0219a crezuse.<\/p>\n
\u00cen ziua aceea, Alexandru n-a mai plecat acas\u0103. A mers direct la o cafenea mic\u0103 din apropierea g\u0103rii, unde \u0219tia c\u0103 se mai ad\u0103posteau oameni ai str\u0103zii. A ar\u0103tat fotografia Lidiei, a \u00eentrebat, a l\u0103sat bac\u0219i\u0219uri grase.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva ore, cineva i-a spus adev\u0103rul.<\/p>\n
Lidia venea des acolo. Nu ca s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nce, ci ca s\u0103 aduc\u0103 pachete. M\u00e2ncare, haine, uneori bani. \u0218i, mai ales, dou\u0103 feti\u021be gemene. Le \u021binea de m\u00e2n\u0103, le vorbea frumos, le spunea pove\u0219ti.<\/p>\n
Feti\u021bele se numeau Ana \u0219i Maria<\/strong>.<\/p>\n Mama lor murise cu c\u00e2\u021biva ani \u00een urm\u0103. Tat\u0103l disp\u0103ruse. Lidia le g\u0103sise \u00eentr-o iarn\u0103, tremur\u00e2nd \u00eentr-o scar\u0103 de bloc. Nu le spusese nim\u0103nui. Le ajuta din banii ei, din economiile puse deoparte \u201epentru zile negre\u201d.<\/p>\n Ziua urm\u0103toare, Alexandru a mers la Protec\u021bia Copilului.<\/p>\n A fost greu. A fost dureros. A aflat c\u0103 fetele fuseser\u0103 plimbate dintr-un ad\u0103post \u00een altul, c\u0103 fugiser\u0103 de mai multe ori, c\u0103 refuzau s\u0103 stea cu oricine.<\/p>\n Spuneau mereu acela\u0219i lucru: C\u00e2nd le-a v\u0103zut din nou, \u00eentr-o camer\u0103 mic\u0103, cu pere\u021bi decoji\u021bi, Ana l-a recunoscut imediat.<\/p>\n \u2014 Tu e\u0219ti cu mama, a spus ea simplu.<\/p>\n Maria s-a apropiat \u00eencet \u0219i i-a atins m\u00e2na. Alexandru a sim\u021bit cum i se rupe ceva \u00een piept \u0219i, \u00een acela\u0219i timp, cum se leag\u0103 altceva.<\/p>\n Le-a luat acas\u0103.<\/p>\n Nu \u00eentr-un palat, nu \u00eentr-o vil\u0103 rece, ci \u00een casa unde tr\u0103ise cu Lidia. Casa care fusese prea mare \u0219i prea goal\u0103 dup\u0103 ce ea murise.<\/p>\n Au fost seri cu lacrimi. Nop\u021bi cu co\u0219maruri. \u00centreb\u0103ri grele. Fric\u0103.<\/p>\n Dar au fost \u0219i dimine\u021bi cu miros de ceai, cu ghiozdane preg\u0103tite, cu r\u00e2sete st\u00e2ngace la mas\u0103.<\/p>\n Alexandru a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 \u00eempleteasc\u0103 codi\u021be prost f\u0103cute. A \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 asculte. S\u0103 aib\u0103 r\u0103bdare. S\u0103 fie tat\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 fi pl\u0103nuit vreodat\u0103 asta.<\/p>\n \u00centr-o duminic\u0103, au mers \u00eempreun\u0103 la morm\u00e2ntul Lidiei. Au pus flori proaspete. Ana \u0219i Maria s-au a\u0219ezat \u00een genunchi \u0219i au \u0219optit: Alexandru a r\u0103mas \u00een picioare, cu ochii umezi, \u0219i a \u00een\u021beles \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it.<\/p>\n Averea lui adev\u0103rat\u0103 nu fuseser\u0103 niciodat\u0103 milioanele din conturi.<\/p>\n Ci dou\u0103 feti\u021be care \u00eel \u021bineau de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n \u0218i o femeie care, chiar \u0219i dup\u0103 moarte, \u00eei schimbase via\u021ba pentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Cea\u021ba se ridica \u00eencet, dar \u00een pieptul lui Alexandru se l\u0103sa o greutate tot mai mare. St\u0103tea \u00een fa\u021ba morm\u00e2ntului \u0219i sim\u021bea c\u0103 tot ce \u0219tia despre via\u021ba lui se cl\u0103tina din temelii. \u201eM\u0103tu\u0219a Lidia e mama noastr\u0103.\u201d Cuvintele acelea nu-i mai ie\u0219eau din minte. S-a a\u0219ezat pe banca de piatr\u0103 de l\u00e2ng\u0103 cruce \u0219i […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":16286,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16285","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\/16285","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=16285"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16285\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16287,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16285\/revisions\/16287"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/16286"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16285"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16285"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16285"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u2014 Mama noastr\u0103 e la cimitir.<\/p>\n
\n\u2014 Ne-ai g\u0103sit, nu?<\/p>\n
\n\u2014 Mam\u0103, nu mai suntem singure.<\/p>\n