La \u00eenceput, am crezut c\u0103 glume\u0219te. Am strigat-o de c\u00e2teva ori, convins c\u0103 s-a ascuns doar ca s\u0103 m\u0103 pedepseasc\u0103 pu\u021bin. Dar magazia era goal\u0103. Doar o p\u0103tur\u0103 veche, un pahar r\u0103sturnat \u0219i o juc\u0103rie de-a b\u0103iatului z\u0103ceau pe podea.<\/p>\n
Am ie\u0219it \u00een curte, privind \u00een toate p\u0103r\u021bile. Nimic. Poarta era \u00eentredeschis\u0103, iar urmele din z\u0103pad\u0103 duceau spre drum. M-a lovit un gol \u00een piept. Am fugit \u00een cas\u0103 \u0219i am \u00eenceput s\u0103 \u00eentreb:
\u201eMam\u0103, unde e Ana? Ai v\u0103zut-o plec\u00e2nd?\u201d
Mama a ridicat din umeri, cu o expresie rece.
\u201ePoate s-a dus la p\u0103rin\u021bii ei. A\u0219a fac femeile slabe. Pleac\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dar eu \u0219tiam c\u0103 Ana nu avea bani, nici telefon, nici hainele groase. M-am \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een grab\u0103 \u0219i am plecat pe urmele din z\u0103pad\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am mers aproape doi kilometri p\u00e2n\u0103 am g\u0103sit-o. Mergea \u00eencet, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-l pe b\u0103iat \u00een bra\u021be, cu haina mea veche pe umeri. Avea ochii ro\u0219ii, dar privirea calm\u0103. C\u00e2nd m-a v\u0103zut, nu a spus nimic. Eu m-am oprit, incapabil s\u0103 scot o vorb\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eDu-te acas\u0103, Ion,\u201d mi-a zis ea, obosit\u0103. \u201eAi grij\u0103 de mama ta. Eu am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 aici nu e locul meu.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mi s-au muiat genunchii. Tot ce f\u0103cusem mi s-a p\u0103rut, dintr-odat\u0103, o nebunie. M-am apropiat \u00eencet, am \u00eentins m\u00e2na spre copil \u0219i am \u0219optit:
\u201eAna, te rog\u2026 hai acas\u0103. Nu \u0219tiu ce-a fost \u00een capul meu. N-am vrut s\u0103 te pierd.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ea a l\u0103crimat, dar nu s-a \u00eentors.
\u201eC\u00e2nd o femeie e alungat\u0103 de so\u021bul ei \u00een frig, nu mai e vorba de ceart\u0103. E vorba de respect pierdut. \u0218i \u0103la nu se mai repar\u0103 u\u0219or.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas acolo, \u00een mijlocul drumului, privind cum se \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103. O parte din mine voia s\u0103 fug dup\u0103 ea, alta \u00eemi spunea c\u0103 merit s\u0103 suf\u0103r.<\/p>\n
Abia mai t\u00e2rziu, dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva zile de lini\u0219te \u00een cas\u0103, am \u00een\u021beles ce gol l\u0103sase. Mama t\u0103cea, casa era pustie, iar copilul pl\u00e2ngea toat\u0103 noaptea dup\u0103 mam\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenceput s-o caut peste tot. Am sunat la rude, la prieteni, am mers p\u00e2n\u0103 la gara din Boto\u0219ani. Nimeni nu \u0219tia nimic.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 dou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni, am primit o scrisoare. Nu era lung\u0103, dar fiecare cuv\u00e2nt mi-a ars inima:
\u201eNu te ur\u0103sc, Ion. Te comp\u0103timesc. C\u00e2nd o mam\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 fiul c\u0103 femeia trebuie s\u0103 rabde orice, \u0219i fiul acela sufer\u0103 mai t\u00e2rziu. Poate \u00eentr-o zi o s\u0103 \u00een\u021belegi c\u0103 dragostea nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2nire, ci grij\u0103. Ai grij\u0103 de copilul nostru.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am citit-o de zeci de ori. M-am dus la mama, i-am dat scrisoarea \u0219i am spus:
\u201eMam\u0103, de azi \u00eenainte, nu mai vreau o nor\u0103. Vreau o femeie fericit\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, sau nimic.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ea a t\u0103cut, apoi a \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103. Pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een via\u021b\u0103, am v\u0103zut-o cum \u00ee\u0219i recunoa\u0219te gre\u0219eala.<\/p>\n
De atunci, au trecut trei ani. Ana n-a mai venit acas\u0103, dar \u00eemi trimite mesaje uneori despre copil. Iar eu, de fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd aud o ceart\u0103 \u00eentre soacr\u0103 \u0219i nor\u0103, m\u0103 cutremur.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103 \u0219tiu acum c\u0103 respectul pierdut nu se mai recupereaz\u0103. \u0218i c\u0103 o femeie care pleac\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere las\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103 cel mai puternic ecou.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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