We went in to Violeta’s timidly, feeling almost scared. It is the first time in three months when we go out to a public place. After three months of trips from home to the hospital, it felt normal.
Not knowing who we were going to meet, we feel drawn to a table. We had no idea they existed, but there they were: not one, but seven fairies. Each one with an invisible wand.
We sit down, overwhelmed, not knowing what to say. Good thing they are joyful, cheery and loud, as fairies should be. Our fatigue and wariness magically disappeares.
I look at Madalin. He’s fine. We’re assaulted by questions and many excellent ideas. We try to take it all in, and the fairies make it seem easy. Even this huge amount of money seems smaller when I look at them. Still, we have a long way to go.
We exchange ideas; they tell us their many, smart plans. There are many people willing to help. There are good people in the world. I had almost forgotten that. Octavian Paler says: “I have learned that no matter how much you hurt, the world will not stop for your pain.” Still, there are people who care.
I am reading Mihnea Maruta’s blog post. The first thing I see is the picture. One of the dearest to my heart. With tears in my eyes, I want to hide and cry, but I keep reading. He’s right. I am overwhelmed by grief. Because nobody knows what will be.
All I know is that there are seven fairies and a lot of good people helping us. I hope God is protecting and guiding us from the heavens.
I look at Madalin. He’s tired. Two hours have past. We get up, and give thanks. Out in the cold air, I look up to the sky with thousands of stars. Please…
Thank you fairies and all of you! For your good thoughts, your donations, for everything.
Raluca
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