\u2026sub bile\u021bel era ceva ce nu mai v\u0103zusem niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
O fotografie mic\u0103, \u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103 de timp.<\/p>\n
Mama era t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 \u00een ea. \u021ainea \u00een bra\u021be o feti\u021b\u0103 blond\u0103 de vreo trei ani.<\/p>\n
Pe spatele pozei scria cu pix albastru:
\n\u201eEu \u0219i Maria.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit c\u0103 mi se opre\u0219te respira\u021bia.<\/p>\n
Maria.<\/p>\n
Nu \u0219tiam nicio Maria \u00een familie.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eentors fotografia pe toate p\u0103r\u021bile, iar din cutie a c\u0103zut un plic mic, ascuns sub materialele de cusut.<\/p>\n
M\u00e2inile \u00eemi tremurau c\u00e2nd l-am deschis.<\/p>\n
Scrisul era al mamei.<\/p>\n
\u201eIoana, dac\u0103 cite\u0219ti asta, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 eu nu mai sunt. Exist\u0103 ceva ce nu \u021bi-am spus niciodat\u0103\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit un gol \u00een stomac.<\/p>\n
Andrei s-a apropiat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 nimic \u0219i s-a a\u0219ezat l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine.<\/p>\n
Am continuat s\u0103 citesc.<\/p>\n
Mama povestea c\u0103 \u00eenainte s\u0103 m\u0103 nasc eu, avusese o alt\u0103 feti\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Maria.<\/p>\n
Murise la doar patru ani, \u00een urma unei pneumonii severe, \u00eentr-o perioad\u0103 \u00een care p\u0103rin\u021bii mei erau foarte s\u0103raci \u0219i locuiau la \u021bar\u0103.<\/p>\n
Mama scria c\u0103 durerea aceea o urm\u0103rise toat\u0103 via\u021ba.<\/p>\n
C\u0103 dup\u0103 moartea Mariei nu mai putuse rosti numele f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i c\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd m-am n\u0103scut eu, hot\u0103r\u00e2se s\u0103-mi ofere o via\u021b\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 umbrele trecutului.<\/p>\n
Lacrimile \u00eemi c\u0103deau direct pe h\u00e2rtie.<\/p>\n
Nu \u0219tiusem niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nimeni nu-mi spusese.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Dumnezeule\u2026 am \u0219optit.<\/p>\n
Andrei mi-a luat m\u00e2na.<\/p>\n
Iar atunci am \u00een\u021beles ceva.<\/p>\n
Mama nu-mi l\u0103sase doar numele Elena.<\/p>\n
\u00cemi l\u0103sase povestea unei iubiri pe care o purtase singur\u0103 toat\u0103 via\u021ba.<\/p>\n
Dou\u0103 zile mai t\u00e2rziu a venit botezul organizat de Alina pentru anun\u021barea oficial\u0103 a numelui copilului.<\/p>\n
Toat\u0103 familia era acolo.<\/p>\n
Mese pline.<\/p>\n
Muzic\u0103.<\/p>\n
R\u00e2sete false.<\/p>\n
Alina radia de satisfac\u021bie.<\/p>\n
P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd soacra mea a b\u0103tut \u00een pahar \u0219i a spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218i voi? V-a\u021bi hot\u0103r\u00e2t la nume?<\/p>\n
To\u021bi s-au \u00eentors spre mine.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit privirea Alinei direct \u00een fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
A\u0219tepta s\u0103 m\u0103 vad\u0103 distrus\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cenfr\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am z\u00e2mbit calm \u0219i mi-am m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat burta.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da, am ales.<\/p>\n
Alina \u0219i-a \u00eencordat maxilarul.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218i cum o va chema?<\/p>\n
Am ridicat privirea spre ea.<\/p>\n
\u0218i am spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Maria.<\/p>\n
Paharul i-a r\u0103mas suspendat \u00een aer.<\/p>\n
Z\u00e2mbetul i-a disp\u0103rut instantaneu.<\/p>\n
De parc\u0103 ar fi v\u0103zut o fantom\u0103.<\/p>\n
Radu s-a \u00eencruntat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Maria? Dar\u2026 de unde?<\/p>\n
Atunci am scos fotografia din geant\u0103 \u0219i am pus-o pe mas\u0103.<\/p>\n
Toat\u0103 lumea a amu\u021bit.<\/p>\n
Soacra mea a dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Dumnezeule\u2026 Maria\u2026<\/p>\n
Avea lacrimi \u00een ochi.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103 ea \u0219tia.<\/p>\n
Mama \u00eei povestise cu mul\u021bi ani \u00een urm\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dar promisese s\u0103 p\u0103streze secretul.<\/p>\n
Alina se uita c\u00e2nd la fotografie, c\u00e2nd la mine.<\/p>\n
Nu mai avea aerul acela superior.<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103, p\u0103rea mic\u0103.<\/p>\n
Foarte mic\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mama mea a avut o feti\u021b\u0103 \u00eenaintea mea, am spus \u00eencet. A murit copil\u0103. O chema Maria.<\/p>\n
Lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n
Se auzea doar muzica \u00eencet din fundal.<\/p>\n
\u2014 A\u0219a c\u0103 nu\u2026 n-am pierdut nimic.<\/p>\n
M-am uitat direct la Alina.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pentru c\u0103 numele pe care \u00eel purtam \u00een suflet pentru copilul meu nu era Elena.<\/p>\n
Am pus m\u00e2na pe fotografie.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Era iubirea mamei mele. Iar iubirea asta n-o poate lua nimeni.<\/p>\n
Alina \u0219i-a cobor\u00e2t privirea.<\/p>\n
N-a mai spus nimic toat\u0103 seara.<\/p>\n
Nici Radu.<\/p>\n
Dar \u00eenainte s\u0103 plec\u0103m, fratele meu m-a oprit la u\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n
Avea ochii ro\u0219ii.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00cemi pare r\u0103u, Ioana\u2026 N-am \u0219tiut.<\/p>\n
\u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 multe luni, l-am crezut.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu s-a n\u0103scut feti\u021ba mea.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd asistenta m-a \u00eentrebat ce nume trece \u00een certificat, am z\u00e2mbit printre lacrimi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Maria Elena.<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci am sim\u021bit c\u0103 mama era acolo.<\/p>\n
Nu \u00eentr-un nume furat.<\/p>\n
Ci \u00eentr-o iubire care trecuse prin genera\u021bii \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 tr\u0103ia.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u2026sub bile\u021bel era ceva ce nu mai v\u0103zusem niciodat\u0103. O fotografie mic\u0103, \u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103 de timp. Mama era t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 \u00een ea. \u021ainea \u00een bra\u021be o feti\u021b\u0103 blond\u0103 de vreo trei ani. Pe spatele pozei scria cu pix albastru: \u201eEu \u0219i Maria.\u201d Am sim\u021bit c\u0103 mi se opre\u0219te respira\u021bia. Maria. Nu \u0219tiam nicio Maria \u00een familie. Am […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":22817,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-24436","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\/24436","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=24436"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24436\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24437,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24436\/revisions\/24437"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/22817"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=24436"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24436"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24436"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}