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don’t know... I’m not in the mood
for that now. Besides, I don’t want to leave you alone,” I told her
honestly.
    - “Hmmm,” she smiled sadly and continued:
“Don’t think like that. We have a life in front of us. It goes on.
Thinking like you do won’t take us anywhere,” she said with a deep
sigh, leaning towards me to kiss my hair. She whispered: “You’re
just like your father. He always cared more about other people than
about himself. Now when he’s gone, I see I’m not alone.”
    At that moment, tears filled her eyes, so she
got up and left the dining room. My eyes followed her to the door.
I saw her as a noble and attractive woman who wore black from head
to toe. My heart was breaking with sorrow. I felt extremely sorry
for her because I knew her feminine fragility and I was aware of
the fact that we, men, tended to get over a loss easier. I was also
aware of the fact that she lost her husband at an age when she
still needed him very much, because she was a human being and had
the same needs as others.
    Days passed by, nights passed by, and
everything was the same. Every day was the same, spent in
silence.
    I went to a volleyball practice on the tenth
day, when I plucked up courage, after having been called from the
club persistently and after having been convinced by my mom. It was
evident that I was not in top form since I had not trained for a
while. However, the club offered me the first contract with the
explanation that I should become a professional player, which meant
I would have salary that we needed badly after everything that
happened. I did not know what to do. I knew bigger clubs were
interested in me. I would have become more successful in bigger
clubs, so I had a dilemma. I came home for lunch which had already
been waiting for me on the table.
    - “You came right on time. Are you tired? How
was it? Your mom made you roasted meat. You must be exhausted,” mom
said. She was slightly in a better mood than the previous days.
    - “Well, I’m not really hungry,” I replied
with concern.
    - “What’s wrong? What happened?” she asked me
agitated, slicing bread. She sat at the table to have lunch.
    - “Nothing,” I paused and continued: “The
people from the club offered me a contract and some salary. They
want my response in several days.”
    - “Well... what’s wrong with that?” she asked
me taking the first bite.
    - “I’m not sure if it’s smart for me to be
bound by a contract. They really insist that I sign it. I don’t
know what to do. This is quite a dilemma.”
    - “Hmmm, I don’t know. It’s up to you to
decide. It’s your life. Just be careful, son. I advise you to
always take what people offer you and not to hesitate. Do things
while you still can. Later, it can be too late. Anyway, it’s your
decision. Just keep in mind what I told you. You should try
everything.” She said it quickly like a child reciting a
well-memorized poem. All that time, she gazed into my eyes, holding
a fork with a piece of meat on it in her hand.
    - “Well, I’m not sure, mom. The problem is
that the big clubs haven’t contacted me officially yet. I’ve only
heard some rumors that they are interested in me.” I explained it
to her while she was sucking a piece of meat into her fleshy mouth.
She looked at me with a strange glow in her eyes, as if she had
been the one who wanted to show me some things.
    - “Son, you know the old saying: first come,
first served? So, don’t be late. Actually, ask your conscience. Do
what you want to do. I’ll be satisfied, for sure. And I’ll be proud
of you. Good intentions are the most important. Just keep on
trying. Always be shameless. Always ask and do what you want and
like, and you’ll always succeed. Just have self-confidence. If I
can help you, feel free to lean on me. I’m here for you.” Again she
spoke quickly, looking at me like she did several minutes ago.
    On the tenth day since mom and I were alone,
we went to bed early as