Amintiri despre mama – partea a 3-a

Sunt cateva zile inainte de a pleca la mare. Andrei aduce o pisicuta mica, mica, nici macar nu isi deschisese ochii. O pune in fata usii, pe pres. De mentionat ca locuiam la etajul patru. Suna la usa si se da cu cativa pasi inapoi.
Mama deschide usa, descopera pisica.
- Ce e cu pisica asta aici?
- Nu stiu, aici am gasit-o.
- Du-o inapoi de unde ai gasit-o. Trebuie sa plecam la mare, nu avem timp de ea.
Pana la urma pisica e dusa la loc, si familia pleaca la mare.
Cu mama pe patura, langa malul marii, incercam sa ajung la valuri. Ma mai dadea cate unul jos, ma sculam si incercam din nou sa ajung. Eram mica, aveam cam un an, eram blonda, imi placeau valurile.
Oamenii care treceau erau impresionati: atat de mica si nu ii este frica de apa.
Andrei langa mama sapa cu lopatica in nisip. Negru. Oamenii se uitau la mine si nici unul la el.
Si totusi, mama a reusit sa-l insenineze. Se trage langa el si ii spune:
- Andrei, tii minte cand ai venit cu pisicuta aia mica? De ce ai ales-o pe aia mica? De ce nu ai venit cu un ditamai motanul? Pentru ca ti-a placut ca era mica. Asa si cu Gratiela. Oamenii se uita la ea pentru ca este mica. O sa se faca ea pisica mare si nu o sa se mai uite nimeni la ea.

There are a few days before going to sea. Andrei brings a little kitten, small, not even opened hie eyes. He puts on a front door, on the press. It noted that we lived on the fourth floor. He calls to the door and gives a few steps back.
Mom opens the door, she discovered the cat.
- What’s with this cat here?
- I do not know, here I found it.
- Take it back where you found it. We must go to sea, it did not have time for it.
Finally the cat is taken back, and the family goes to sea.
With mother on blanket, near the beach, I trying to get to the waves. May I gave each one down, I got up and tried again to reach. I was little, I had about a year, I was blonde, I love the waves.
People who went were impressed: so small and is not afraid of water.
Andrei dig with shovel near the mother in the sand. Black. People looked at me and none of him.
And yet, my mother managed to brighten it. Pull beside him and says:
- Andrew, remember when you came up with that little kitty? Why did you choose that little? Why did not you come with a big, large cat? Because you liked it was small. So, with Gratiela. People look at it because it is small. She will make it like a big cat and not anyone to stop looking at her.