\u00cen\u0103untru, sub un strat gros de h\u00e2rtie de m\u0103tase, erau juc\u0103rii noi, frumos ambalate, cutii de bomboane, haine groase de iarn\u0103 \u0219i, pe fund, un plic alb. M\u00e2inile \u00eemi tremurau \u00een timp ce \u00eel ridicam.<\/p>\n
Pe plic era scris, cu litere \u00eengrijite: \u201ePentru Maria \u0219i fetele ei.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am desf\u0103cut \u00eencet h\u00e2rtia. \u00cen\u0103untru, c\u00e2teva bancnote mari, suficiente c\u00e2t s\u0103 ne ajung\u0103 pentru c\u00e2teva luni, \u0219i un bile\u021bel scurt:<\/p>\n
\u201eNu e\u0219ti singur\u0103. S\u0103 ai un Cr\u0103ciun cu adev\u0103rat fericit. Din partea unui prieten.\u201d<\/p>\n
M-am a\u0219ezat pe podea, cu lacrimile curg\u00e2ndu-mi pe obraji. Ana, Bella \u0219i Clara s\u0103reau \u00een jurul cutiei, sco\u021b\u00e2nd fiecare obiect cu strig\u0103te de bucurie. Le priveam \u0219i sim\u021beam cum inima mea se umple cu o c\u0103ldur\u0103 pe care nu o mai sim\u021bisem de mult.<\/p>\n
\u00cen timp ce fetele \u00ee\u0219i puneau noile c\u0103ciuli \u0219i fulare, am \u00eenchis ochii \u0219i am inspirat ad\u00e2nc. Mi-am amintit de copil\u0103ria mea, c\u00e2nd la \u021bar\u0103, vecinii obi\u0219nuiau s\u0103 lase co\u0219uri cu mere, nuci \u0219i colaci pe pragul celor care nu aveau prea mult. Atunci nu \u00een\u021belegeam c\u00e2t de mult conta un astfel de gest. Acum, \u0219tiam.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mama, uite! strig\u0103 Bella, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd spre o p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103 mare, cu p\u0103rul \u00eempletit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218i eu am o carte cu pove\u0219ti! ad\u0103ug\u0103 Ana.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Eu am o geac\u0103 roz! chicoti Clara, \u00eenv\u00e2rtindu-se prin camer\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cencercam s\u0103 z\u00e2mbesc, dar vocea mi se fr\u00e2ngea c\u00e2nd spuneam:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mul\u021bumi\u021bi\u2026 mul\u021bumi\u021bi din suflet celui care a f\u0103cut asta pentru noi, chiar dac\u0103 nu \u0219tim cine e.<\/p>\n
Ele au dat din cap, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 pe deplin, dar cu inimile pline de bucurie.<\/p>\n
Am preg\u0103tit o can\u0103 mare cu ceai de tei \u0219i ne-am a\u0219ezat l\u00e2ng\u0103 brad. Afar\u0103 ningea lini\u0219tit, iar lumina slab\u0103 a dimine\u021bii f\u0103cea ca fulgii s\u0103 par\u0103 mici stele c\u0103z\u0103toare. \u00cen\u0103untru, r\u00e2setele fetelor se amestecau cu trosnetul sobei.<\/p>\n
Pe m\u0103su\u021ba din col\u021b, plicul alb st\u0103tea neatins, de parc\u0103 m\u0103 privea. Cine putea s\u0103 \u0219tie prin ce treceam? Poate o vecin\u0103, poate cineva din biseric\u0103, poate o m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentins\u0103 de undeva de departe\u2026 Dar nu conta.<\/p>\n
Am decis c\u0103 nu voi l\u0103sa acel gest s\u0103 fie doar un moment trec\u0103tor. \u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, am folosit o parte din bani pentru a cump\u0103ra alimente \u0219i le-am dus la o familie din sat despre care \u0219tiam c\u0103 are nevoie. Fetele au venit cu mine \u0219i au pus ele \u00eensele pungile la poarta oamenilor, b\u0103t\u00e2nd apoi \u00een fug\u0103 \u0219i ascunz\u00e2ndu-se dup\u0103 gard, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd cu emo\u021bie.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mama, acum suntem \u0219i noi prietenul acela, nu? m-a \u00eentrebat Ana, cu ochii mari.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da, iubita mea, acum suntem \u0219i noi.<\/p>\n
Zilele au trecut, dar \u00een sufletul meu ceva se schimbase. De fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd privesc geaca roz a Clarei, p\u0103pu\u0219a Bellei sau cartea de pove\u0219ti a Anei, \u00eemi amintesc c\u0103 bun\u0103tatea nu are nevoie de nume.<\/p>\n
\u00cen Ajunul Cr\u0103ciunului urm\u0103tor, am preg\u0103tit \u00eempreun\u0103 cu fetele o cutie mare. Am pus \u00een ea juc\u0103rii, haine groase, pr\u0103jituri f\u0103cute \u00een cas\u0103 \u0219i un bile\u021bel simplu: \u201eNu e\u0219ti singur. Cr\u0103ciun fericit. Din partea unui prieten.\u201d<\/p>\n
A doua zi, c\u00e2nd soarele abia r\u0103s\u0103rea, am a\u0219ezat cutia pe pragul unei case modeste de la marginea satului. Am b\u0103tut la u\u0219\u0103 \u0219i am fugit, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-le pe fete de m\u00e2n\u0103. \u00cen timp ce ne ascundeam dup\u0103 col\u021b, am v\u0103zut cum o femeie deschide u\u0219a \u0219i prive\u0219te \u00een jur, apoi \u00ee\u0219i duce m\u00e2inile la gur\u0103, exact cum f\u0103cusem eu cu un an \u00een urm\u0103.<\/p>\n
Atunci am \u00een\u021beles: adev\u0103ratul dar nu fusese ceea ce am g\u0103sit \u00een cutie, ci lec\u021bia de a d\u0103rui mai departe. \u0218i, \u00eentr-un fel, acel \u201eprieten\u201d necunoscut ne schimbase vie\u021bile pentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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