To\u021bi ochii erau pe Dolores. M\u00e2inile ei tremurau u\u0219or \u00een timp ce desf\u0103cea plicul. A privit con\u021binutul scrisorii ca \u0219i cum ar fi \u021binut un cu\u021bit \u00eendreptat spre propria-i reputa\u021bie.<\/p>\n
A \u00eenceput s\u0103 citeasc\u0103. Cu voce sc\u0103zut\u0103, dar clar\u0103, pentru c\u0103 Marcus scrisese-o special ca s\u0103 fie auzit\u0103:<\/p>\n
\n\u201eDrag\u0103 mam\u0103,<\/em><\/p>\n
Azi e despre iubire, nu despre judecat\u0103. E despre un nou \u00eenceput, nu despre trecut. Serena este femeia pe care o iubesc \u0219i pe care o respect. Nu pentru c\u0103 este mam\u0103 singur\u0103, ci pentru c\u0103 este puternic\u0103, bl\u00e2nd\u0103, \u0219i m-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat familia.<\/em><\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 alegi s\u0103 dispre\u021buie\u0219ti ceea ce avem, alegi s\u0103 nu faci parte din via\u021ba noastr\u0103. Eu nu salvez p\u0103s\u0103ri r\u0103nite, mam\u0103. Eu construiesc un cuib al meu, cu oamenii care merit\u0103 s\u0103 fie acolo.<\/em><\/p>\n
Ast\u0103zi, Serena devine so\u021bia mea. \u0218i Ivy \u2014 fiica mea, pe care o iubesc ca \u0219i cum ar fi s\u00e2ngele meu. A\u0219a c\u0103 dac\u0103 nu po\u021bi s\u0103 fii mam\u0103 pentru ea, atunci nu mai e\u0219ti nici pentru mine.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
C\u00e2nd a terminat, s-a l\u0103sat o lini\u0219te grea. Un v\u0103r de-al lui Marcus a tu\u0219it st\u00e2njenit. Unchiul lui s-a \u00eenclinat discret spre so\u021bia lui \u0219i a spus \u201eBravo, m\u0103 b\u0103iete.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dolores a l\u0103sat scrisoarea jos \u0219i s-a a\u0219ezat, parc\u0103 mai mic\u0103 dec\u00e2t fusese cu c\u00e2teva minute \u00een urm\u0103. Privirea i se pierduse \u00eentr-un punct fix de pe mas\u0103.<\/p>\n
Marcus a luat din nou microfonul.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Acum, dac\u0103 tot ne-am l\u0103murit, v\u0103 invit s\u0103 dansa\u021bi, s\u0103 m\u00e2nca\u021bi \u0219i s\u0103 v\u0103 bucura\u021bi al\u0103turi de noi. Pentru c\u0103 ast\u0103zi nu e doar despre o nunt\u0103 \u2014 e despre un nou \u00eenceput. Pentru mine. Pentru Serena. Pentru Ivy. Pentru familia noastr\u0103.<\/p>\n
Muzica a \u00eenceput. Un vals domol, ca o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219are cald\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ivy a urcat pe scen\u0103 \u0219i mi-a prins m\u00e2na.
\u2014 Mami, acum putem dansa?<\/p>\n\u2014 Putem, iubita mea. \u0218i putem orice altceva de acum \u00eencolo.<\/p>\n
Am dansat \u00een aplauzele celor care au \u00een\u021beles. Iar ceilal\u021bi? Ei bine, cine nu \u00een\u021belege c\u0103 dragostea adev\u0103rat\u0103 nu are reguli \u0219i nu se m\u0103soar\u0103 \u00een prejudec\u0103\u021bi… poate r\u0103m\u00e2ne pe margine.<\/p>\n
Noi aveam o familie. \u0218i era perfect\u0103 exact a\u0219a cum era.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
To\u021bi ochii erau pe Dolores. M\u00e2inile ei tremurau u\u0219or \u00een timp ce desf\u0103cea plicul. A privit con\u021binutul scrisorii ca \u0219i cum ar fi \u021binut un cu\u021bit \u00eendreptat spre propria-i reputa\u021bie. A \u00eenceput s\u0103 citeasc\u0103. Cu voce sc\u0103zut\u0103, dar clar\u0103, pentru c\u0103 Marcus scrisese-o special ca s\u0103 fie auzit\u0103: \u201eDrag\u0103 mam\u0103, Azi e despre iubire, nu […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1822,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1821","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\/1821","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=1821"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1821\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1823,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1821\/revisions\/1823"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1822"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1821"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1821"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1821"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}