…mama c\u0103zuse din nou.<\/p>\n
O g\u0103sise pr\u0103bu\u0219it\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat, tremur\u00e2nd, cu ochii umezi \u0219i buzele \u00eenvine\u021bite. Nu mai reu\u0219ise s\u0103 ajung\u0103 la baie. Fiul meu cel mare, Andrei, doar 12 ani, sunase din reflex la 112. Pl\u00e2ngea \u0219i \u021bipa prin telefon c\u0103 \u201ebunica moare\u201d.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd am ajuns acas\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103 avea capul sprijinit de marginea covorului \u021besut de ea cu ani \u00een urm\u0103, \u00een casa p\u0103rinteasc\u0103 din Bistri\u021ba. Avea m\u00e2inile \u00eencle\u0219tate pe o batist\u0103 veche, brodat\u0103, pe care i-o d\u0103duse mama ei \u00eenainte s\u0103 se m\u0103rite.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit un nod \u00een g\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
Doctorii au spus c\u0103 era epuizat\u0103, deshidratat\u0103, dar inima \u00eei b\u0103tea \u00eenc\u0103 puternic. Am \u00eenchis u\u0219a dormitorului \u0219i am stat singur\u0103 \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie. Mirosea a ceai de tei, cum f\u0103cea ea \u00een serile de iarn\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n
De ru\u0219ine.<\/p>\n
De vin\u0103.<\/p>\n
De amintiri.<\/p>\n
Mi-am adus aminte de dimine\u021bile \u00een care ne trezea cu p\u00e2ine pr\u0103jit\u0103 \u0219i zacusc\u0103 de cas\u0103. De cum mergea \u00een genunchi prin z\u0103pad\u0103 ca s\u0103 spele sc\u0103rile blocului, doar ca s\u0103 nu r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 restan\u021bieri. De cum a stat \u00een picioare trei zile la r\u00e2nd la maternitate c\u00e2nd l-am n\u0103scut pe Vlad, pentru c\u0103 nu voia s\u0103 plece f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 suntem bine.<\/p>\n
\u0218i eu… eu \u00eei cerusem bani.<\/p>\n
Pentru ce? Pentru un col\u021b de pat, pentru c\u00e2teva farfurii de ciorb\u0103 \u0219i o pern\u0103 pe care oricum nu mai putea dormi de dureri?<\/p>\n
A doua zi, am a\u0219ezat-o pe mama \u00een fotoliul din sufragerie, sub icoana Maicii Domnului pe care o adusese din Maramure\u0219. I-am \u00eenvelit picioarele cu pledul cro\u0219etat de ea acum dou\u0103 ierni \u0219i i-am spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Iart\u0103-m\u0103, mam\u0103.<\/p>\n
A z\u00e2mbit slab.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Copile… tu nu-mi e\u0219ti datoare cu bani. \u00cemi e\u0219ti datoare cu dragoste. \u0218i \u0219tiu c\u0103 o ai.<\/p>\n
\u00cen s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nile ce au urmat, via\u021ba noastr\u0103 s-a schimbat. Am angajat o doamn\u0103 din satul vecin, o femeie bl\u00e2nd\u0103, care vine de trei ori pe s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 o ajute pe mama la sp\u0103lat, \u00eembr\u0103cat \u0219i chiar la cusut \u2014 da, \u00eenc\u0103 mai coase, cu o m\u00e2n\u0103 tremur\u00e2nd\u0103, \u0219ervete de mas\u0103.<\/p>\n
Copiii se joac\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea. O \u00eentreab\u0103 lucruri. Ea le spune pove\u0219ti cu strigoi, cu nun\u021bi de demult, cu r\u0103zboaie \u0219i zestre.<\/p>\n
\u0218i eu… am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 m\u0103 opresc.<\/p>\n
S\u0103-i pun mereu o cea\u0219c\u0103 de ceai cald \u00eenainte s\u0103-\u0219i ia pastilele.<\/p>\n
S\u0103-i aranjez perna la ceaf\u0103, cum f\u0103cea ea pentru mine c\u00e2nd aveam febr\u0103.<\/p>\n
S\u0103-i mul\u021bumesc.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103, \u00eentr-o lume \u00een care b\u0103tr\u00e2nii ajung prea des uita\u021bi \u00een azile, am realizat c\u0103 eu aveam acas\u0103 o comoar\u0103.<\/p>\n
Mama mea.<\/p>\n
O femeie care mi-a dat via\u021b\u0103, mi-a dat putere, \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103, la 74 de ani, \u00eemi d\u0103 lec\u021bii de omenie.<\/p>\n
\u0218i nu exist\u0103 sum\u0103 pe lume care s\u0103 poat\u0103 pl\u0103ti pentru asta.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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