Am aparut in viata ei cind avea 31 ani...o virsta minunata. Pe atunci era o tinara frumoasa, plina de viata si de fericire.
I stepped into her life when she was 31 years old....a wonderfull age. Those days she was a beautifull young female, full of life and joy.
Anii au trecut, eu am crescut si ea a devenit din ce in ce mai exigenta cu mine...eram oricum prima fata, deci aveam un "statut" aparte, trebuia sa invat tot ceea ce trebuie sa stie o gospodina. In principal lucrul de mina....pe atunci nu stiam insa sa apreciez acest lucru. Acum stiu.
Years passed by, I grow up and she became more and more exigent with me...anyway I was her first baby-girl and I had a special "status", beeing obliged to learn everything that a woman should know. In first line meaning hand-work...still, then I didn't know to appreciate those lessons. Now I do .
Apoi anii au trecut si mai multi... boala a aparut tiptil, schimbarile au fost majore ...In ciuda bolii si a tot ce a fost rau , urit si rece, voi pastra pentru totdeauna o amintire draga : mama mea draga, frumoasa ca in poza urmatoare.
Years passed by, one after another, many in rows... illness appear quietly, changes were bigger and faster. Despite illness and despite all that was bad, ugly and cold, I will keep forever a precious memory : my dear, beautifull mother like in the next photo.
Good by forever, mama ....