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“Muşețel frumuşel,

Faci un ceai bunicel

Îmi place să beau ceaiul tau

Şi blond se face pārul meu “

It is a work completed. Story and drawings ;even painted them all by myself. Now i am not an editor , i don’t really know the process, but i m workind with an artist who will help digitalise my work and hopefully the little Wee story of the sweet water wees and dark water wees will be published around your 6th birthday. march 2023

Happy b-day my Lovely P.K
on my own b-day , i dedicate this to you.

” A small light approached the swampy river bank.

It never grew bigger, just brighter and brighter.

A small light was guiding the leaf shaped boat not to sink

I’m tired of trying to find doors where there are only windows.

I figured i should probably learn how to fly

I remember when i used to draw my own postcards and write them myself and put them in the mail box .. before the internet age..

Yesterday i finally managed to pay a visit to my 87 years old Godmother . She has been living alone for about 40 years. Always receiving visits, former students sending her letters on her birthday and Christmas and women’s day and most any occasion. It was a bit overwhelming my entire teenage years to actually keep up with them.  Nonetheless i was happy, i always knew she never felt forgotten or no longer important. Cos’she will always be important and never forgotten.

She said she is ashamed to go out so much nowadays. Because Old age is ugly! Then she showed us photos she took on New year’s day and photos of the friends who visited her and as she browsed through the gallery she said we should take some photos together- WITH HER OWN SMARTPHONE .  I laughed..

“OLD age you said ? You’re more connected than dad and you’re properly using your phone, which not a lot of people over 85 can do” I think you should forget about old age and if your heart or “the parkinson’s” won’t keep you, then go out more often, meet your friends and by all means take photos.”

As we were sipping the delicious coffee and traditional cake she had made herself, she mentioned withe the same wit in her eyes and a joyous tone:

“You know , today, is actually the last day of winter celebration. (pauses a bit and looks straight at me- i could read : “you finally made it,  i am happy, i have more reason to celebrate now, thank you! )

She continued: “Today is the day you’re supposed to take down the Christmas tree .”

i smiled and stuffed my face with cake . This is so goood!i said.

She does not know the reason i visited her is because my dad, ended up in a hospital just a couple of kilometers from her place, that his heart is weak and he might need surgery and he could not answer his mobile when she casually called him the day before.. He asked me to keep her busy until he would be ok to answer to her himself.

“It’s winter and -10 degrees and it would be very bad for her to go out ..if she knew her dear nephew is so close and so sick she would storm out…to visit. “My dad thought.

I think she can handle herself better than all of us. She is the strong one. She will be fine and she will be there to visit next year too and maybe the next one also and the next …

Real Beauty knows no Age _by blogtrotter.

I don’t know whether if you’ll ever speak any other language than English my darling daughter, therefore i am starting this list and English i shall use.

But if you will ever be curious enough to find out more about your mother i leave you this blog. it goes way back to my careless days but i’m afraid that for the older ones you will have to learn Romanian.  I know it is not easy,  but trust me, it’s slightly easier to learn than Hungarian.

So here i am , here we are, you are sound asleep in bed with your dad as i begin to put these words down , it’s a few days before Christmas and 2018 has not been a good year. I lost my mother , your Buni this year and words cannot ever be enough to describe the pain i feel every day , not even if i were to be the best poet or writer who has ever walked the earth..  It’s you my love, you keep me connected now, around you revolves my whole universe and i hope i will show you at least half the love my own mother showed me. Then, with this hope, i will live through the rest of my days .

I love you. i’ll tell it to you everyday, even when i shout at you , even when i feel sad. i hope you will know this and feel it stronger than any other feeling. i am here always. You are the most beautiful part of me and no matter what or who comes into your life, know that your mother is always with you and will always love you . No matter what.

Now, about family: You have one. Beyond mom and dad, beyond whomever you will fall in love with and maybe marry one day, you have cousins and aunts and uncles and great uncles and aunts and at this moment, today, 3 loving grandparents and 1 quite amazing angel watching over you. Even though they all live far away, they will always receive you with open arms. All of them.One message away. Should you ever find yourself alone and scared, never hesitate to look them up.

And here it is : the reason for this list. I want you to always feel safe and not ever alone. Be strong my dear and brave. You’ve got everything else already.

Love, mom.

Zilele se contopesc cu noptile soarele imi zambeste dar mie imi este constant frig visele nu mai sunt vise mangaierile nu mai sunt mangaieri chipurile oamenilor nu mai sunt chipuri, culorile nu mai sunt culori parfumul florilor nu mai e parfum cerul nu mai e cer iar pamantul nu mai e pamant pentru ca tu Mama…

 She peeked her curly little head through the bedroom door: “Mommy, what are you doing? 

“Looking for myself, i mumbled, staring at the bottom of the jewelry box.

In there?? she curiously stepped in and raised herself on tiptoes to see on top of the shelf, where the box was.

Some day, i will tell you all about these jewels, they all have a story, and a history some of them. They will be yours one day and i hope you will like them.. at least some.

Are you kidding me? All mine? wow! now i can really become a princess like you.

…

Uneori ceva imi da putere si fiecare rasarit imi spune ca traiesc.

Multumesc pentru fiecare gura de aer, pentru fiecare durere de cap, pentru piersicile coapte care mi-au ciobit dintele , pentru ca ma simt  in stare sa trag prima linie cu creionul si sa vad cerul limita imaginatiei, pentru ca ma simt obosita, pentru ca dorm maxim 4 ore , pentru ca mi-e frica, pentru ca vibrez de la muzica din mine, pentru zambetul pe care il desenez inca instinctual pe caiet atunci cand vreau sa zambesc si daca n -ar suna acum telefonul poate , poate nici n-as resimti atat de puternic efectele zapuselii de afara si as multumi pentru ca am invatat sa multumesc acum mai multi ani.