\u2014 Hai, Galka, nu te mai certa, oricum m\u0103 doare capul. Am zis, ultima dat\u0103! De luni, niciun strop! \u0218i o s\u0103-mi g\u0103sesc de munc\u0103! Mai a\u0219teapt\u0103 pu\u021bin!<\/p>\n
Anii treceau, G\u0103lina muncea ca o cal\u0103 pentru doi, iar Nicolae tr\u0103ia pe spatele ei!<\/p>\n
Au \u00eenceput scandaluri serioase, divor\u021bul era aproape. G\u0103lina a \u00eenceput s\u0103 pun\u0103 bani deoparte, pentru locuin\u021ba ei, \u0219tiind c\u0103 vor trebui s\u0103 se despart\u0103 la un moment dat.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 cinci ani, str\u00e2nsese suficient ca s\u0103 cumpere o cas\u0103 mic\u0103 sau m\u0103car o camer\u0103. \u00centr-o zi deloc frumoas\u0103, G\u0103lina a mers s\u0103 verifice ascunz\u0103toarea ei din dulapul cu lenjerie \u0219i\u2026 nu a g\u0103sit nimic.<\/p>\n
Inima i-a s\u0103rit din piept. Fiecare moned\u0103, fiecare bancnot\u0103 pus\u0103 cu grij\u0103 disp\u0103ruse. Pentru prima dat\u0103 sim\u021bea cu adev\u0103rat teama c\u0103 toat\u0103 munca ei fusese \u00een zadar. S-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it pe podea, privind golul din sertar, tremur\u00e2nd. \u201eCine\u2026 cine ar fi putut?\u201d \u0219optea ea printre lacrimi.<\/p>\n
Au urmat zile de nesiguran\u021b\u0103 \u0219i fric\u0103. Dormea cu un ochi deschis \u0219i unul \u00eenchis, verific\u00e2nd fiecare col\u021bi\u0219or al apartamentului. La serviciu era absent\u0103 cu g\u00e2ndul, iar colegii au \u00eenceput s\u0103 b\u00e2rfeasc\u0103. Dar G\u0103lina nu avea timp s\u0103 se certe cu nimeni. \u00cen suflet \u00eei mocnea o dorin\u021b\u0103: s\u0103 afle adev\u0103rul.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, a primit un telefon ciudat. Vocea, slab tremur\u00e2nd\u0103, \u00eei spunea c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 vin\u0103 \u00een satul bunicului ei, acolo unde nu mai fusese niciodat\u0103. F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie de ce, G\u0103lina a luat primul tren. Satul p\u0103rea adormit, cu uli\u021be pr\u0103fuite \u0219i case cu acoperi\u0219uri roase de vreme. Inima \u00eei b\u0103tea cu putere. La marginea satului, o b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 st\u0103tea pe o banc\u0103 \u0219i o privea fix.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Tu e\u0219ti G\u0103lina, nu-i a\u0219a? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat femeia. \u2014 Eu te a\u0219teptam\u2026<\/p>\n
\u00cen ochii b\u0103tr\u00e2nei se citea un amestec de team\u0103 \u0219i emo\u021bie. F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai stea pe g\u00e2nduri, G\u0103lina a urmat-o p\u00e2n\u0103 la o cas\u0103 veche, dar \u00eengrijit\u0103. Acolo, \u00eentre vechituri \u0219i cutii pr\u0103fuite, a descoperit un b\u0103rbat \u00een scaun cu rotile, cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nd. Pe mas\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, se aflau acte vechi, h\u00e2rtii de mo\u0219tenire \u0219i\u2026 un testament \u00een care figura numele ei.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Aceasta este averea tat\u0103lui meu \u2014 \u0219opti b\u0103tr\u00e2nul. \u2014 \u0218i \u021bi-o las \u021bie, pentru c\u0103 meri\u021bi.<\/p>\n
G\u0103lina sim\u021bea c\u0103 \u00eei fuge p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de sub picioare. \u00cen cuf\u0103rul din col\u021b, plin de bani \u0219i bijuterii, se afla \u00eentreaga mo\u0219tenire pe care nici nu \u00eendr\u0103znise s\u0103 o viseze. Lacrimile i-au curgit pe obraji. Toate necazurile, toate nedrept\u0103\u021bile, toate nop\u021bile nedormite p\u0103reau c\u0103 se topesc \u00eentr-o singur\u0103 izbucnire de bucurie.<\/p>\n
Oamenii din sat au \u00eenceput s\u0103 o priveasc\u0103 cu respect. Vecinii curio\u0219i \u0219i-au \u00eentors capetele, iar G\u0103lina a \u00een\u021beles c\u0103, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, nu mai era singur\u0103. Cu fiecare pas prin curtea veche a casei, sim\u021bea cum greutatea trecutului se risipe\u0219te.<\/p>\n
A doua zi, a f\u0103cut primul pas pentru a-\u0219i reconstrui via\u021ba: a angajat me\u0219teri s\u0103 repare casa, a cump\u0103rat haine pentru orfani \u0219i b\u0103tr\u00e2ni nevoia\u0219i, \u0219i-a g\u0103sit un loc de munc\u0103 mai bun, unde respectul \u0219i demnitatea erau pe primul loc.<\/p>\n
G\u0103lina nu doar c\u0103 primise o mo\u0219tenire material\u0103, dar \u00ee\u0219i rec\u0103p\u0103tase \u0219i identitatea, leg\u0103tura cu familia \u0219i dreptul de a spera la o via\u021b\u0103 fericit\u0103. Pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een via\u021b\u0103, sim\u021bea c\u0103 toate greut\u0103\u021bile o aduseser\u0103 exact aici \u2014 la \u00eenceputul unei vie\u021bi noi, cu adev\u0103rat a ei.<\/p>\n
\u0218i astfel, femeia care fugise de copil\u0103rie, care muncise pe br\u00e2nci pentru doi \u0219i care pierduse totul, a devenit st\u0103p\u00e2na propriei soarte, cu un z\u00e2mbet larg \u0219i cu inima plin\u0103 de speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u2014 Hai, Galka, nu te mai certa, oricum m\u0103 doare capul. Am zis, ultima dat\u0103! De luni, niciun strop! \u0218i o s\u0103-mi g\u0103sesc de munc\u0103! Mai a\u0219teapt\u0103 pu\u021bin! Anii treceau, G\u0103lina muncea ca o cal\u0103 pentru doi, iar Nicolae tr\u0103ia pe spatele ei! Au \u00eenceput scandaluri serioase, divor\u021bul era aproape. G\u0103lina a \u00eenceput s\u0103 pun\u0103 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8175,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8174","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\/8174","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=8174"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8174\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8176,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8174\/revisions\/8176"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8175"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8174"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8174"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8174"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}