S\u00eent o domni\u015foar\u0103 care, trezindu-se \u00eentr-o bun\u0103 diminea\u0163\u0103, s-a pomenit f\u0103r\u0103 nici un rost \u00een via\u0163\u0103. Nu am profesie, nu am cas\u0103, nu am familie \u015fi nici un om drag al\u0103turi. \u015ei s-au \u00eent\u00eemplat toate doar din cauza scumpului meu tat\u0103. C\u00eend eram copil\u0103 totul era perfect sau aproape perfect. \u00cemi iubeam tat\u0103l ca pe lumina ochilor. Eram zb\u00een\u0163uit\u0103 \u015fi nu m\u0103 desp\u0103r\u0163eam de veri\u015forul meu. Eram mai mic\u0103 dec\u00eet el, dar asta nu m-a oprit s\u0103-l scarm\u0103n odat\u0103 cum am crezut eu c\u0103-i mai bine, din cauza c\u0103 mi-a rupt p\u0103pu\u015fa cea nou\u0103. Acas\u0103 am fost b\u0103tut\u0103 cumplit, \u015fi din acea zi norii negri \u00eemi acopereau mereu soarele. Eram pedepsit\u0103 \u015fi eu, dar \u015fi sora mea, pentru orice gre\u015feal\u0103, c\u00eet de mic\u0103 \u015fi nevinovat\u0103, pl\u00eengeam pe ascuns, iar dac\u0103 eram auzite, eram din\u00a0 nou pedepsite. Totul avea un gust amar, unicul lic\u0103r de lumin\u0103 era c\u00eentecul. C\u00eent\u00eend l\u0103sam \u00een trecut durerea \u015fi ura, astfel \u00eenv\u0103\u0163\u00eend s\u0103 z\u00eembesc. Acum s\u00eent mare, iar r\u0103utatea tat\u0103lui meu a \u00eentrecut orice limite. Am fost nevoit\u0103 s\u0103 las colegiul din cauza asta, s\u0103-mi omor visele \u015fi s\u0103 m\u0103-ntorc acas\u0103 pentru a-mi \u00eengriji fra\u0163ii. Mama \u015fi surioara se spetesc peste hotare pentru a ne vedea visul realizat, visul de a avea o cas\u0103. Iar tata nu \u015ftie altceva dec\u00eet s\u0103 petreac\u0103. De trei ani mama lucreaz\u0103 departe de noi. La \u00eenceput aveam \u00eencredere \u00een viitor, \u00eel vedeam fericit, atunci \u015ftiam c\u0103-mi voi continua studiile \u015fi \u015ftiam c\u0103 voi str\u0103luci printre stelele muzicii moldovene\u015fti, dar totul s-a ruinat treptat. C\u00eend aud un c\u00eentec, nu fac altceva dec\u00eet s\u0103-mi st\u0103p\u00eenesc lacrimile, pentru c\u0103\u00eel v\u0103d ca pe un vis irealizabil, \u00eendep\u0103r\u00adtat \u015fi pierdut pe un drum pe care nu-l voi putea parcurge. Acum \u00eemi dau seama ce a ob\u0163inut tata prin eforturile de p\u00een\u0103 acum: mama e departe \u015fi grav bolnav\u0103, sora e departe \u015fi-i este fric\u0103 s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 acas\u0103, fra\u0163ii cresc f\u0103r\u0103 mam\u0103, iar eu… Nu mai am nimic. M\u0103 frige inima de dorul mamei \u015fi vreau s\u0103-mi v\u0103d\u00a0 mai repede fra\u0163ii crescu\u0163i, este tot ce s-a ales din visurile mele. Am nevoie de ajutor. Simt c\u0103 nu voi mai rezista \u015fi prorocirea de c\u00eendva c\u0103 voi muri se va \u00eemplini. Am ajuns la culmea disper\u0103rii nu doar o singur\u0103 dat\u0103, dar nu mi-a \u00eentins nimeni o m\u00een\u0103 de ajutor pentru c\u0103 nu am prieteni.<\/p>\n
Am \u00een\u015firat aceste r\u00eenduri pentru c\u0103 am sim\u0163it o mare nevoie pentru a m\u0103 dest\u0103inui. \u015ei vreau s\u0103\u015fti\u0163i c\u0103 nu trebuie s\u0103 v\u0103 fie mil\u0103 de mine, g\u00eendul la a\u015fa ceva m\u0103 face s\u0103-mi fie ru\u015fine. S\u00eent obosit\u0103 de mila ochilor din jur. Eu nu de asta am nevoie. Asta este povestea vie\u0163ii mele, e pu\u0163in diferit\u0103 de cele ce s\u00eent \u00een aceast\u0103 pagin\u0103, dar e adev\u0103\u00adrat\u0103. Am c\u0103lcat gre\u015fit \u015fi abisurile \u00een calea sor\u0163ii mele s-au \u00eente\u0163it, \u00eencerc cu toat\u0103 voin\u0163a s\u0103 le trec dar nu \u015ftiu c\u00eet vor mai rezista podurile pe care le folosesc. Via\u0163a mi s-a transformat \u00eentr-un calvar, nu tind spre altceva dec\u00eet spre supravie\u0163uire.<\/p>\n
Clara, 20 de ani<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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