Lately, when I go out with the kids on the street, I avoid eye contact with the people around me to quickly kill their desire to find out if they're all four mine and if we keep on having. Same today, I just don't know what made me look around and I saw an old lady walking towards us. I lower my eyes regularly. However, I hear: are they all yours? Something in her eyes made me answer calmly: yes. Her eyes filled with tears and she said: How happy you are, I have no one.
(Translated by Carla-Marina Ştefănescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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