H\u00e2rtia \u00eei tremura \u00een m\u00e2ini. Literele p\u0103reau c\u0103 danseaz\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba ochilor lui umezi, dar a str\u00e2ns din din\u021bi \u0219i a continuat s\u0103 citeasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eDragul meu Andrei, dac\u0103 cite\u0219ti aceste r\u00e2nduri, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 eu nu mai sunt \u00een via\u021b\u0103\u2026 \u0219i nici femeia care te-a crescut.\u201d<\/p>\n
S-a oprit o clip\u0103. Respira greu, de parc\u0103 cineva \u00eei ap\u0103sa pieptul. S-a uitat \u00een jur \u2014 lini\u0219te. Doar v\u00e2ntul fo\u0219nea printre crucile din cimitir.<\/p>\n
A continuat.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu te-am p\u0103r\u0103sit pentru c\u0103 nu te-am iubit. Te-am l\u0103sat \u00een grija ei pentru c\u0103 \u0219tiam c\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi poate oferi o via\u021b\u0103 mai bun\u0103 dec\u00e2t a\u0219 fi putut eu vreodat\u0103. Eram singur\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 bani, f\u0103r\u0103 sprijin. Ea a fost singura care a \u00eentins m\u00e2na.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrei a \u00eenchis ochii. \u00ce\u0219i amintea cum o respingea. Cum ridica tonul. Cum tr\u00e2ntea u\u0219i.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u0218tiu c\u0103 nu \u021bi-a fost u\u0219or s\u0103 o accep\u021bi. Dar s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 \u00een fiecare zi ea vorbea despre tine ca despre cel mai mare dar din via\u021ba ei. Nu a fost niciodat\u0103 \u2018mam\u0103 adoptiv\u0103\u2019 pentru ea. Ai fost fiul ei. Singurul.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacrimile nu se mai opreau. \u00cei c\u0103deau pe scrisoare, l\u0103s\u00e2nd pete.<\/p>\n
\u201eAm rugat-o, dac\u0103 va veni ziua \u00een care nu va mai fi, s\u0103-\u021bi dea aceast\u0103 scrisoare. Ea m-a iubit suficient c\u00e2t s\u0103 te iubeasc\u0103 \u0219i pe tine pentru am\u00e2ndou\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrei a sim\u021bit cum ceva \u00een el se rupe.<\/p>\n
Toate momentele \u00een care ea \u00eel a\u0219tepta cu m\u00e2ncarea cald\u0103. Toate d\u0103\u021bile c\u00e2nd \u00eel \u00eentreba dac\u0103 e bine. Toate \u00eencerc\u0103rile ei st\u00e2ngace de a-l face s\u0103 z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
Le respinsese pe toate.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu te \u00eenvinov\u0103\u021besc pentru nimic. E\u0219ti copilul meu \u0219i te-am iubit din prima clip\u0103. Dar te rog\u2026 dac\u0103 mai po\u021bi\u2026 iart-o. \u0218i, poate \u00eentr-o zi, iart\u0103-m\u0103 \u0219i pe mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Scrisoarea se termina simplu:<\/p>\n
\u201eDou\u0103 mame te-au iubit. Nu uita asta niciodat\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrei a l\u0103sat h\u00e2rtia s\u0103-i cad\u0103 \u00een poal\u0103.<\/p>\n
A r\u0103mas \u00een genunchi mult timp. Nu \u0219tia c\u00e2t. Minute\u2026 poate ore.<\/p>\n
Apoi, \u00eencet, s-a ridicat.<\/p>\n
S-a apropiat de cruce. Numele ei era acolo, simplu, f\u0103r\u0103 nimic pompos. A pus m\u00e2na pe marmura rece.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mam\u0103\u2026 a \u0219optit.<\/p>\n
Era pentru prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eei spunea a\u0219a.<\/p>\n
Vocea i s-a fr\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Iart\u0103-m\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n
Un v\u00e2nt u\u0219or i-a trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 obraz, ca o m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere.<\/p>\n
A r\u0103mas acolo p\u00e2n\u0103 spre sear\u0103. A vorbit cu ea. I-a spus lucruri pe care nu le spusese niciodat\u0103. Despre \u0219coal\u0103. Despre c\u00e2t de greu i-a fost. Despre c\u00e2t de mult \u00eei pare r\u0103u.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, Andrei a \u00eenceput s\u0103 vin\u0103 des la cimitir.<\/p>\n
Nu din vin\u0103. Din nevoie.<\/p>\n
A \u00eenceput s\u0103 aib\u0103 grij\u0103 de morm\u00e2nt. A adus flori. A cur\u0103\u021bat iarba. A pus o mic\u0103 lum\u00e2nare \u00een fiecare weekend.<\/p>\n
\u00cencet, ceva \u00een el s-a schimbat.<\/p>\n
Nu mai era b\u0103iatul furios.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi, s-a dus acas\u0103 \u0219i a deschis dulapul ei. Hainele \u00eenc\u0103 p\u0103strau mirosul ei. A g\u0103sit un caiet.<\/p>\n
Era plin cu noti\u021be.<\/p>\n
\u201eCe \u00eei place lui Andrei s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nce.\u201d
\n\u201eCum s\u0103-l fac s\u0103 z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103.\u201d
\n\u201ePoate \u00eentr-o zi o s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 mam\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrei a izbucnit din nou \u00een pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n
Dar de data asta, nu era doar durere.<\/p>\n
Era \u0219i recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Anii au trecut.<\/p>\n
Andrei a crescut. A devenit un om simplu, muncitor. Nu bogat, dar \u00eemp\u0103cat.<\/p>\n
\u0218i \u00een fiecare an, \u00een aceea\u0219i zi, venea la morm\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
Cu dou\u0103 buchete de flori.<\/p>\n
Unul pentru mama care i-a dat via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i unul pentru mama care l-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 o tr\u0103iasc\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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