Anii au trecut greu, unul c\u00e2te unul.<\/p>\n
Maria a mai tr\u0103it doar doi ani. Doi ani plini de durere, tratamente, drumuri la spitale din Bucure\u0219ti \u0219i nop\u021bi \u00een care copiii adormeau pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea. N-a apucat s\u0103-i vad\u0103 mari, dar a apucat s\u0103 le lase ceva mai important dec\u00e2t bani: demnitate.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd s-a stins, Andrei avea \u0219aisprezece ani, iar fratele lui, Luca, abia zece.<\/p>\n
Au r\u0103mas singuri.<\/p>\n
Statul le-a dat o pensie mic\u0103, c\u00e2teva sute de lei, \u0219i at\u00e2t. Restul au fost nevoi\u021bi s\u0103-l duc\u0103 singuri. Andrei muncea dup\u0103 \u0219coal\u0103, c\u0103ra l\u0103zi \u00een pia\u021b\u0103, sp\u0103la ma\u0219ini, f\u0103cea orice ca s\u0103 nu ajung\u0103 pe drumuri. Luca \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba bine \u0219i nu se pl\u00e2ngea niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Despre tat\u0103l lor nu vorbeau.<\/p>\n
Niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ion, tat\u0103l, \u00ee\u0219i tr\u0103ia \u201evia\u021ba nou\u0103\u201d. Amanta devenise so\u021bie, apoi fosta so\u021bie. A schimbat apartamente, ora\u0219e, prieteni. Banii se duceau repede. Prieteniile \u0219i mai repede.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a trecut de cincizeci de ani, a r\u0103mas singur \u00eentr-o garsonier\u0103 veche, cu o pensie mic\u0103 \u0219i cu spatele coco\u0219at de munc\u0103. Femeile nu-l mai voiau. Copiii nu-l c\u0103utau. Prietenii disp\u0103ruser\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o iarn\u0103 grea, Ion a c\u0103zut pe ghea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i \u0219i-a rupt \u0219oldul. A stat zile \u00eentregi prin spitale, mutat dintr-un salon \u00een altul. Nimeni nu-l vizita.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, o asistent\u0103 i-a spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ave\u021bi pe cineva de sunat? Un fiu, o fiic\u0103?<\/p>\n
Ion a t\u0103cut.<\/p>\n
Atunci a realizat. Cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 externare, a ajuns \u00eentr-un c\u0103min de b\u0103tr\u00e2ni de la marginea ora\u0219ului. Pere\u021bi decoji\u021bi, miros de m\u00e2ncare ieftin\u0103 \u0219i oameni care a\u0219teptau sf\u00e2r\u0219itul \u00een t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi, u\u0219a camerei s-a deschis.<\/p>\n
Un b\u0103rbat \u00eenalt a intrat. \u00cembr\u0103cat simplu, dar curat. Privire calm\u0103. Hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ion l-a recunoscut imediat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Andrei\u2026 \u2014 i-a tremurat vocea.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Bun\u0103 ziua, \u2014 a spus fiul rece.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai venit\u2026 \u2014 Ion a \u00eentins m\u00e2na.<\/p>\n
Andrei n-a luat-o.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Am venit s\u0103 semnez ni\u0219te acte, \u2014 a spus el. \u2014 De acum, c\u0103minul va fi pl\u0103tit pe termen lung.<\/p>\n
Ion a sim\u021bit un nod \u00een g\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
\u2014 De ce?.. \u2014 a \u0219optit. \u2014 Dup\u0103 tot ce am f\u0103cut\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu pentru tine, \u2014 a r\u0103spuns Andrei. \u2014 Pentru mine. Ca s\u0103 pot dormi lini\u0219tit.<\/p>\n
Ion a izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Iart\u0103-m\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n
Andrei s-a oprit \u00een prag.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u021ai-am spus c\u00e2nd aveam opt ani c\u0103 nu te voi ierta niciodat\u0103. \u0218i m-am \u021binut de cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
A ie\u0219it.<\/p>\n
U\u0219a s-a \u00eenchis \u00eencet, f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot.<\/p>\n
Ion a r\u0103mas singur, cu amintirile lui.<\/p>\n
Atunci a \u00een\u021beles: nu s\u0103r\u0103cia l-a distrus, nu boala, nu b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021bea.<\/p>\n
Ci clipa \u00een care \u0219i-a abandonat copiii.<\/p>\n
Lec\u021bia a venit t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n
Dar a venit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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