\u2026\u0219i acolo r\u0103m\u00e2ne. Ani de zile, nedoritul m-a modelat mai mult dec\u00e2t orice profesor, prieten sau iubit.<\/p>\n
Am terminat facultatea prima din genera\u021bie. Am primit o burs\u0103 \u00een str\u0103in\u0103tate. M-am \u00eentors cu diplom\u0103, cuno\u0219tin\u021be \u0219i o inim\u0103 care nu mai dorea nimic altceva dec\u00e2t lini\u0219te. M-am angajat la o firm\u0103 mare, am muncit dublu \u0219i am urcat \u00een doi ani c\u00e2t al\u021bii \u00een zece.<\/p>\n
Casa \u00een care locuiesc acum are ferestre mari \u0219i lumini calde. Miroase a lavand\u0103, nu a sup\u0103 re\u00eenc\u0103lzit\u0103. Am canapele moi, c\u0103r\u021bi pe rafturi \u0219i ceai de ment\u0103 \u00een dulap. Dar \u00eenc\u0103 simt col\u021bul acela din hol, uneori, c\u00e2nd e lini\u0219te deplin\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi, am publicat un anun\u021b: \u201eCaut menajer\u0103 part-time. Condi\u021bii excelente. Salariu generos.\u201d<\/p>\n
A venit la interviu o femeie slab\u0103, cu chipul obosit, dar privirea cumva cunoscut\u0103. Avea m\u00e2inile aspre, muncite, \u0219i vorba moale. Am citit numele de pe buletin \u0219i inima mi s-a oprit.<\/p>\n
Maria C\u0103linescu.<\/p>\n
Ea.<\/p>\n
Mama mea.<\/p>\n
Nu m-a recunoscut. Ani grei, regrete sau poate doar indiferen\u021b\u0103. I-am \u00eentins m\u00e2na \u0219i am z\u00e2mbit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Bine a\u021bi venit, doamn\u0103 Maria. Haide\u021bi s\u0103 v\u0103 ar\u0103t casa.<\/p>\n
\u00cen urm\u0103toarele s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni, o priveam cum \u0219tergea mobila, cum cur\u0103\u021ba vasele, cum \u00ee\u0219i a\u0219eza \u0219uvi\u021bele albe sub batic. Nu spunea multe. Dar \u00eentr-o zi, am g\u0103sit-o pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00een baie. \u021ainea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 o poz\u0103 veche. Pe verso, scrisul ei: \u201eIart\u0103-m\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Era poza mea de nou-n\u0103scut.<\/p>\n
\u2014 De unde o ave\u021bi? am \u00eentrebat, cu inima \u00een g\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
S-a uitat la mine, \u0219i-a dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103 \u0219i a c\u0103zut \u00een genunchi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu\u2026 nu se poate\u2026 E\u0219ti tu\u2026<\/p>\n
A pl\u00e2ns mult. A vorbit \u0219i mai mult. Mi-a povestit de tat\u0103l meu care a fugit, de ru\u0219inea familiei, de presiunea p\u0103rin\u021bilor, de noaptea \u00een care m-a l\u0103sat \u00een fa\u021ba u\u0219ii altora, tremur\u00e2nd, cu sufletul gol.<\/p>\n
\u2014 N-am trecut o zi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la tine. Dar n-am avut curajul s\u0103 te caut.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenchis ochii. T\u0103cerea dintre noi era ca o pr\u0103pastie ad\u00e2nc\u0103. Apoi am spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nici eu n-am c\u0103utat iertarea ta. Dar acum suntem aici. Am\u00e2ndou\u0103. \u00centregi. Cumva.<\/p>\n
\u0218i am luat-o de m\u00e2n\u0103. Pentru prima dat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103, oric\u00e2t de \u00eentunecat \u021bi-ar fi trecutul, \u00een Rom\u00e2nia \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103m ceva de mici: s\u0103 fim oameni. Chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd inima e plin\u0103 de r\u0103ni.<\/p>\n
\u0218i poate\u2026 tocmai atunci.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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