I moved to a small village in Oltenia, on the edge of the forest, where birds still sing without fear, and neighbors knock on your door just to give you a piece of warm pie.
I found an old house with a low porch and windows with embroidered curtains. The owner, an elderly widower, had moved to the city to live with his daughter, and the house lay forgotten. I gave him a down payment and, with my savings book, I started to renovate it myself, brick by brick.
My hands, calloused from years of work, no longer had the strength they once did, but my heart beat lighter. Every morning, I drank my coffee on the porch, watching the sun sneak through the branches of the acacia trees.
One day, my neighbor across the street, Aunt Florica, invited me to a gathering. I went with a cake and a few bags of lavender from my garden. The women welcomed me with open arms. No one asked me why I came, what had happened, or why I was alone. They simply accepted me.
I started teaching the Romani language at the village school as an elective. The children hug me at the end of the classes and call me “Grandma Elena.”
On Christmas Eve, I made sinigang, just like my grandmother used to when I was little, and placed it alongside stuffed cabbage and cakes. The women from the village tasted it and said it was “soup with soul.”
Perhaps my blood family has forgotten me.
But in this corner of the world, I found another family. Simple people who do not judge me, do not drive me away, do not use me.
And perhaps in that small house in Bucharest, Matei still wonders why I haven’t knocked on the door.
Maybe one day he will understand.
But I… I have found myself.
Not in money. Not in great deeds.
But in the tranquility of a summer morning, when I no longer have to ask for permission to be myself.
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