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Mă întorceam într-o joi seară, cu o zi mai devreme decât promisesem. Afară ploua mărunt și rece, un noiembrie cleios care pătrundea până la os. Urcasem scările în grabă, nerăbdătoare să scap de geamantanul ud și să mă cuibăresc lângă Vlad pe canapea. Îmi era atât de dor de casa noastră din Cluj, de mirosul de lemn și de cafea care mă liniștea întotdeauna.

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But what’s the point of that, Mum?.. Ever since I came back from Italy, that’s all I hear. — But what’s the point of that, Mum? At first I didn’t pay attention. I thought, well, my daughter’s just worried. Maybe she thinks I’m tired from the long journey, or she wants to save me unnecessary trouble. But over time I realised: behind those words there’s no care at all. Something else was hiding there — a strange, silent conviction that my own life was already over, and now I’m supposed to just quietly exist in the background of their family happiness. I worked in Italy for twenty years. I came home rarely. That’s just how life turned out. I was widowed young, raising a child on a small village salary was impossible, so I took the leap. And there, in Italy, after a few years I met a good man, Marcello. We lived together for many years in harmony and respect. I see nothing shameful in that, though some nosy neighbours in the village whispered behind my back. Everyone has their own destiny. When Marcello passed away, the house went to his relatives, and I felt it was over — my mission there was complete. Time to come back home. Over the years I’d earned enough for a big, beautiful house here, in the UK. I helped my daughter Sarah, my son-in-law Steve, and the grandchildren. I bought cars for the kids, and a separate flat in the city for my eldest granddaughter Alice, because she’s getting married soon. I never counted how many thousands of pounds I’d sent over those twenty years. If they needed something — for education, for renovations, for new furniture or a holiday — I never even asked, “What’s the point of that?” They wanted it, I helped. They dreamed, and I made it happen.

“What do you need that for, Mum?” Ever since I got back from Spain, that phrase has been

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