Telefonul C\u0103t\u0103linei suna aproape zilnic. Ba soacra, cu voce mieros-\u00eengrijorat\u0103, ba Ioana, mai direct\u0103, uneori chiar t\u0103ioas\u0103. Mesajele erau mereu acelea\u0219i: \u201eNu e frumos\u201d, \u201eCe-o s\u0103 zic\u0103 lumea?\u201d, \u201eA\u0219a se face \u00eentr-o familie\u201d.<\/p>\n
C\u0103t\u0103lina \u00eenchidea telefonul \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2nea c\u00e2teva secunde pe loc, cu privirea pierdut\u0103. Nu era genul de femeie conflictual\u0103. Crescuse \u00eentr-o familie simpl\u0103, dintr-un ora\u0219 de provincie, unde mesele \u00eensemnau r\u00e2sete, nu sarcini repartizate. Unde anivers\u0103rile erau despre s\u0103rb\u0103torit, nu despre munc\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la epuizare.<\/p>\n
Cu c\u00e2t se apropia data de dou\u0103zeci septembrie, cu at\u00e2t presiunea cre\u0219tea. Mihai devenise tot mai t\u0103cut. \u00cel rodea situa\u021bia, dar nu g\u0103sea curajul s\u0103 spun\u0103 r\u0103spicat ce credea cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n
Vineri seara, pe nou\u0103sprezece, C\u0103t\u0103lina a pus ultima rochie pe umera\u0219 \u0219i a privit-o atent. Era simpl\u0103, albastru \u00eenchis. Nimic extravagant. Exact ca ea.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Te duci sigur? \u2013 a \u00eentrebat Mihai, din prag.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Da. \u0218i o s\u0103 fie bine, \u2013 a spus ea calm.<\/p>\n
S\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103, Mihai a plecat la mama lui. C\u0103t\u0103lina a r\u0103mas acas\u0103, \u0219i pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, nu s-a sim\u021bit vinovat\u0103. \u0218i-a b\u0103ut cafeaua lini\u0219tit\u0103. A ascultat muzic\u0103. A z\u00e2mbit.<\/p>\n
Seara, restaurantul era plin de lumin\u0103 \u0219i voie bun\u0103. Prietenii au venit r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd, cu flori, cu glume, cu \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103ri. Cineva a adus un tort mare, altcineva o carte cu dedica\u021bie. Nimeni nu i-a cerut s\u0103 care farfurii. Nimeni nu a ignorat-o.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd s-au ridicat paharele, unul dintre prieteni a spus simplu:<\/p>\n
\u2013 La mul\u021bi ani, C\u0103t\u0103lina! S\u0103 nu te mai pui niciodat\u0103 pe ultimul loc!<\/p>\n
I-au dat lacrimile. Nu de triste\u021be. De eliberare.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acela\u0219i timp, \u00eentr-un apartament aglomerat, Mihai alerga \u00eentre buc\u0103t\u0103rie \u0219i sufragerie. Mama bomb\u0103nea, Ioana era nervoas\u0103, iar cineva \u00eentreba unde e C\u0103t\u0103lina.<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103, Mihai a r\u0103spuns clar:<\/p>\n
\u2013 E la ziua ei. A\u0219a cum e normal.<\/p>\n
Seara t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd s-au re\u00eent\u00e2lnit, Mihai a privit-o altfel. Mai atent. Mai respectuos.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Ai avut dreptate, \u2013 a spus el \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
C\u0103t\u0103lina a z\u00e2mbit. \u0218tia asta deja.<\/p>\n
Nu se certase. Nu fugise. Doar alesese, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, s\u0103 se respecte. \u0218i din clipa aceea, lucrurile n-au mai fost niciodat\u0103 la fel.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Telefonul C\u0103t\u0103linei suna aproape zilnic. Ba soacra, cu voce mieros-\u00eengrijorat\u0103, ba Ioana, mai direct\u0103, uneori chiar t\u0103ioas\u0103. Mesajele erau mereu acelea\u0219i: \u201eNu e frumos\u201d, \u201eCe-o s\u0103 zic\u0103 lumea?\u201d, \u201eA\u0219a se face \u00eentr-o familie\u201d. C\u0103t\u0103lina \u00eenchidea telefonul \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2nea c\u00e2teva secunde pe loc, cu privirea pierdut\u0103. Nu era genul de femeie conflictual\u0103. Crescuse \u00eentr-o familie simpl\u0103, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":18306,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18305","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\/18305","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=18305"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18305\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18307,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18305\/revisions\/18307"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/18306"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=18305"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=18305"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=18305"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}