Era trecut de ora 10 seara. M\u0103 uitam la televizor f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-l aud cu adev\u0103rat. M\u00e2inile \u00eemi miroseau a detergent, inima b\u0103tea f\u0103r\u0103 chef.<\/p>\n
Trei b\u0103t\u0103i \u00een u\u0219\u0103. Precise. A\u0219ezate. Ca \u00een copil\u0103rie, c\u00e2nd Liam b\u0103tea ca s\u0103-mi arate c\u0103 a venit de la \u0219coal\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se opre\u0219te aerul.<\/p>\n
Am deschis.<\/p>\n
\u00cen fa\u021ba mea \u2013 un b\u0103rbat. T\u00e2n\u0103r. \u00cenalt. Cu ochi pe care i-a\u0219 fi recunoscut dintr-un milion. Ochiul drept u\u0219or mai \u00eenchis dec\u00e2t st\u00e2ngul, la fel ca atunci c\u00e2nd l-am \u021binut pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be.<\/p>\n
\u201eBun\u0103,\u201d a spus. Glasul \u00eei tremura. \u201ePot s\u0103 intru?\u201d<\/p>\n
M-am dat la o parte. Nu-mi sim\u021beam picioarele. El a intrat \u00eencet, ca un copil care \u0219tie c\u0103 a gre\u0219it \u0219i se teme s\u0103 nu fie trimis \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n
S-a a\u0219ezat pe marginea canapelei. \u00cen locul lui. Totul era la fel, de\u0219i trecuser\u0103 ani. Totul, mai pu\u021bin el.<\/p>\n
\u201eEa a murit acum dou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni. Accident de ma\u0219in\u0103,\u201d a spus, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 priveasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
Mi-a \u00een\u021bepenit g\u00e2tul. Nu \u0219tiam ce s\u0103 simt. Durere? Mil\u0103? R\u0103zbunare?<\/p>\n
\u201eAm venit… pentru c\u0103 n-am avut unde altundeva s\u0103 m\u0103 duc. \u0218i pentru c\u0103… cred c\u0103 mi-am amintit cine a fost cu adev\u0103rat mama mea.\u201d<\/p>\n
A ridicat privirea. Avea lacrimi \u00een ochi. Dar nu ale unui b\u0103iat, ci ale unui b\u0103rbat care \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it \u00een\u021belege c\u00e2t de mult a gre\u0219it.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u021ai-am adus ceva,\u201d a spus \u0219i a scos din geant\u0103 o cutie mic\u0103, rotund\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am deschis-o.<\/p>\n
Era chitara mea.<\/p>\n
Chitara mea veche, recondi\u021bionat\u0103, cu semn\u0103tura lui, gravat\u0103 discret pe spate: \u201ePentru mama care a renun\u021bat la tot.\u201d<\/p>\n
N-am putut s\u0103 spun nimic. Doar am pus m\u00e2na pe capul lui \u0219i l-am tras spre mine, cum f\u0103ceam c\u00e2nd avea febr\u0103.<\/p>\n
A pl\u00e2ns. \u0218i eu. Nu mai conta c\u0103 trecuser\u0103 ani. C\u0103 m-a r\u0103nit. C\u0103 a plecat.<\/p>\n
Unele mame nu au nevoie de certificat de na\u0219tere.<\/p>\n
\u0218i unele iubiri nu pot fi cump\u0103rate nici cu o mie de ma\u0219ini.<\/p>\n
\u00cen seara aceea, \u00een c\u0103su\u021ba mea cu vopseaua scorojit\u0103 \u0219i inima lipit\u0103 cu buc\u0103\u021bi de speran\u021b\u0103, am \u0219tiut c\u0103 mi-am rec\u00e2\u0219tigat fiul.<\/p>\n
Nu prin for\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ci prin iubirea care nu pleac\u0103 niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Era trecut de ora 10 seara. M\u0103 uitam la televizor f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-l aud cu adev\u0103rat. M\u00e2inile \u00eemi miroseau a detergent, inima b\u0103tea f\u0103r\u0103 chef. Trei b\u0103t\u0103i \u00een u\u0219\u0103. Precise. A\u0219ezate. Ca \u00een copil\u0103rie, c\u00e2nd Liam b\u0103tea ca s\u0103-mi arate c\u0103 a venit de la \u0219coal\u0103. Am sim\u021bit cum mi se opre\u0219te aerul. Am deschis. \u00cen […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1688,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1687","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\/1687","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=1687"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1687\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1689,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1687\/revisions\/1689"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1688"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1687"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1687"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1687"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}