\u00cen prag st\u0103tea un b\u0103ie\u021bel.<\/p>\n
Nu era el.<\/p>\n
\u0218i totu\u0219i\u2026 era.<\/p>\n
Avea aceea\u0219i \u00een\u0103l\u021bime. Acela\u0219i p\u0103r \u0219aten care \u00eei c\u0103dea pe frunte. Aceea\u0219i geac\u0103 ro\u0219ie ca a lui Andrei, cea pe care i-o cump\u0103rasem din banii str\u00e2n\u0219i cu greu, 120 de lei, dintr-un magazin din centru.<\/p>\n
Dar ochii.<\/p>\n
Ochii nu erau ai lui.<\/p>\n
M-am ag\u0103\u021bat de toc ca s\u0103 nu cad.<\/p>\n
\u201eDoamn\u0103\u2026 m\u0103 scuza\u021bi\u201d, a spus copilul \u00eencet. \u201eM-am r\u0103t\u0103cit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vocea era asem\u0103n\u0103toare. Destul c\u00e2t s\u0103-mi sf\u00e2\u0219ie inima. Dar nu era a lui Andrei.<\/p>\n
\u00cen spatele b\u0103iatului, pe aleea blocului, era \u00eentuneric. Un singur bec p\u00e2lp\u00e2ia deasupra intr\u0103rii, a\u0219a cum face de ani de zile \u0219i nimeni nu-l schimb\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eCum te cheam\u0103?\u201d am \u0219optit.<\/p>\n
\u201eMihai.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mihai.<\/p>\n
Nu Andrei.<\/p>\n
Mi-am dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103 \u0219i am sim\u021bit cum m\u0103 podidesc lacrimile. Nu de groaz\u0103. De ceva mai ad\u00e2nc. De un amestec ciudat de durere \u0219i\u2026 eliberare.<\/p>\n
\u201eUnde stai, Mihai?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mi-a spus numele unei str\u0103zi din cartierul vecin. La vreo zece minute de mers pe jos. Fusese la un coleg. Se \u00eentunecase. Telefonul \u00eei r\u0103m\u0103sese f\u0103r\u0103 baterie.<\/p>\n
Tremura. Nu doar de frig.<\/p>\n
L-am privit atent. Avea genunchii juli\u021bi. M\u00e2inile murdare. Era doar un copil speriat.<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci am \u00een\u021beles.<\/p>\n
Durerea mea \u00eemi jucase feste \u00een prima secund\u0103. Inima mea disperat\u0103 voise s\u0103 cread\u0103 imposibilul.<\/p>\n
Dar realitatea era alta.<\/p>\n
\u00cen fa\u021ba mea era un copil viu, care avea nevoie de ajutor.<\/p>\n
M-am l\u0103sat \u00een genunchi \u00een fa\u021ba lui. De data asta, picioarele nu mi s-au mai rupt.<\/p>\n
\u201eHai \u00een\u0103untru pu\u021bin\u201d, i-am spus. \u201e\u00ce\u021bi dau un ceai cald \u0219i apoi te duc acas\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
A ezitat o clip\u0103, apoi a intrat.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a trecut pragul, am sim\u021bit un fior. Doi ani nu mai auzisem pa\u0219i de copil \u00een casa mea. Doi ani \u00een care camera lui Andrei r\u0103m\u0103sese exact a\u0219a: ma\u0219inu\u021bele pe raft, ursule\u021bul pe pern\u0103, desenul cu \u201eTe iubesc, mami\u201d lipit pe perete.<\/p>\n
I-am pus lui Mihai o can\u0103 de ceai cu miere. A \u021binut-o cu ambele m\u00e2ini, ca pe o comoar\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eMul\u021bumesc\u201d, a spus.<\/p>\n
Un cuv\u00e2nt simplu.<\/p>\n
Dar \u00een vocea lui era via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
L-am privit cum bea. Cum respir\u0103. Cum \u00ee\u0219i \u0219terge nasul cu m\u00e2neca.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een doi ani, nu am sim\u021bit doar durere c\u00e2nd am v\u0103zut un copil.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit \u0219i altceva.<\/p>\n
Un fel de c\u0103ldur\u0103 timid\u0103.<\/p>\n
L-am condus acas\u0103. Mama lui ne a\u0219tepta \u00een fa\u021ba blocului, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd. C\u00e2nd l-a v\u0103zut, a fugit \u0219i l-a str\u00e2ns la piept.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu mai pleci nic\u0103ieri f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi spui!\u201d, \u00eel certa printre lacrimi.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas pu\u021bin \u00een urm\u0103.<\/p>\n
Privindu-i.<\/p>\n
A\u0219a ar fi trebuit s\u0103 fie \u0219i eu. A\u0219a ar fi trebuit s\u0103-l pot str\u00e2nge \u0219i eu pe Andrei.<\/p>\n
Dar via\u021ba nu \u00eentreab\u0103 ce e drept.<\/p>\n
Mama lui Mihai s-a \u00eentors spre mine. \u201eV\u0103 mul\u021bumesc\u2026 nu \u0219tiu cum s\u0103 v\u0103 mul\u021bumesc.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am dat din cap.<\/p>\n
\u201eAve\u021bi grij\u0103 de el\u201d, am spus doar at\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
\u00cen drum spre cas\u0103, aerul nop\u021bii mi s-a p\u0103rut diferit. Nu mai era at\u00e2t de ap\u0103s\u0103tor.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd am intrat \u00een apartament, am r\u0103mas o clip\u0103 \u00een hol.<\/p>\n
Casa nu mai p\u0103rea un muzeu al durerii.<\/p>\n
Am mers \u00eencet \u00een camera lui Andrei. Am deschis geamul pu\u021bin. Aer rece de februarie a intrat \u00een\u0103untru.<\/p>\n
\u201eTe iubesc\u201d, am \u0219optit.<\/p>\n
Dar de data asta nu a fost un strig\u0103t disperat \u00een gol.<\/p>\n
A fost o promisiune.<\/p>\n
C\u0103 o s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc mai departe.<\/p>\n
C\u0103 nu o s\u0103 mai confund dorul cu fantomele.<\/p>\n
C\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd o s\u0103 aud un copil spun\u00e2nd \u201eMam\u0103\u201d, o s\u0103 simt durere\u2026 dar \u0219i recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103 c\u0103 exist\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 mame care \u00ee\u0219i pot \u021bine copiii \u00een bra\u021be.<\/p>\n
\u00cen seara aceea, nu mi-am mai \u0219optit numele lui \u00een \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n
Am adormit cu lacrimi pe obraz.<\/p>\n
Dar, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 doi ani, nu erau doar lacrimi de pierdere.<\/p>\n
Erau \u0219i lacrimi de pace.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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