Dancing through life E-Book

Anna Ercsei

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 113

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

The book captures the life and adventures of Bubu, A little girl who had been adopted by a family of dental technicians. She had experienced a lot of things since she was born until she moved from her natal city. She was not an arrogant girl, but many appreciated her intelligence and openness to information. In her story, she manages to capture the moments that left deep marks on her evolution, but also the new situations she had faced over time. Many people came into her life, but few could transform her.

Leseprobe

Dancing through life

E.A. Maria

©E.A Maria

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Published By E.A Maria

ISBN-13:9798655689619

Dancing through life

E.A. Maria

Editor: Prof. Sălăgean Floarea

Cover: Sebesi Mihály

Reghin,2020

Contents

Chapter I New childhood

Chapter II Teenage behind the scene

Chapter III A carrier with quarell

Chapter IV The girl with green eyes

Preface

27th July 1994

"You appeared in our lives, and we loved you from the first moment, never forget what I told you," said her grandmother. Her grandparents were housewives. The little girl's grandmother had a sister and a brother. Her grandfather did not have any sisters and brothers. My father was also very hard-working, he used to work a lot near the house, but he also was very talented.

 My mother was not a very good example, but she had suffered a car accident that left her with trauma. 

Seven months had passed, in which she had grown up in a beautiful place, but their concern was well below the natural level. They had a lovely, decent and modest house, not far from Reghin and Tîrgu Mureş, with a large garden with many fruit trees in which she managed to make many memories after growing up. One day, her father went up there to heaven.

 That was also the final day for her because her father's cousin becomes her adoptive dad. They got along great. Before what had happened, they defended themselves and protected each other in every situation. Her mother gave up for a while. She could not defend her properly anymore.

So, she took a decision. Her father's cousin decided to adopt her and to give her all the support a child needs to develop normally.

 A new childhood

Time had passed; the wounds were beginning to heal and had entered a new world. It was something that would positively mark her future. The adoption period was not easy for them, many acts, many sacrifices, and walking for those who take her into the new family.

She ended up in a beautiful family with successful people. Her parents were both dental technicians with a dental practice in the city where she grew up and formed her as an adult. They already had two daughters, including the eldest which had gone to Luxembourg to have surgery on one of her knees.

At the time, her father had met an elderly lady, who had told her that he would have another daughter, but it would not be of his blood. Was it a coincidence?

 Not that she often believed in such a thing, but too many things were related to her life. Her father told her that she was once smiling at her grandfather, and he was instantly melting. He was more demanding of the kind, but he loved the children. He liked order and authority.

 One of their neighbors had, at one point, brought a wooden cot for her, but her grandfather didn't like it at all. Carpenter being by trade, he said to her grandmother:

• What's with that junk? Get it out of here! Her grandfather quickly set up a crib for the girl. He put it in the kitchen next to Bubu's grandmother. They had a large, beautiful, and spacious house built in a Jewish style.

 With many bright rooms, with wooden heel windows, a courtyard, and a large garden. The building next door was even dentistry, the place where everything seemed fascinating, and where Bubu liked to get her hands on everything, to discover the field in which her adoptive parents were working.

They had two daughters, who, although they were not natural sisters, managed never to make a difference. It was April 1995, when she officially came to be part of the dental world without wanting to. My father entered the house with me and said to the girls, "She's your sister from now on." They accepted and loved her from the first day. The middle sister, more rebellious of her kind, who had become a dentist, and one who had managed to become a priest, managed to assert themselves beautifully, although they had different temperaments. It seems that even now, she remembers the family picture in which she dressed in a white suit with colorful flowers and a modern hat on her head. She was petite, thin, and much smaller than she should have been. Her mother told her that she could not move from the waist down. Her mom remembers that she was like a flower that had not received water and fertilizer. That time, they were also at the beginning with the dentistry, and at one point they had a caravan in the county, where her grandparents lived. They treated there patients, and she had the opportunity to spend her time in the courtyard of her paternal grandparents. They had cats, a puppy, and many chickens. She enjoyed playing with each other and used to help her grandpa to take the corn off the cob. When she was older, she used to go with him and enjoyed throwing corn kernels for the birds.

Adoption was undoubtedly an act of love. It wasn't an easy step, especially since having a new baby is hard work. She needed much attention. But love wins, patience, and the formation of a well-made team will always pay off no matter what. Arriving at Reghin, the first to offer to Christianize her was Mrs.Floarea with the godfather Sãli as they called her. Unfortunately, she had not met him because he had died in 1995. She is sure that he had many things to tell her. Ms. Floarea, Romanian teacher literature by trade, with a brilliant career as a teacher, from whom she always had something to learn, and who left her mark on the decisions she was about to make.

Se was always an open-minded, gentle person with a big heart. He was never the patient teacher or too demanding. I think that's what got her attached to her, and I think she was the reason she started loving this stuff when she got to high school.

It was a tough time, long recoveries, lots of visits to doctors because she did not have a chance to walk again. My dad used to get her from the fresh chicken liver because her body needed much iron. One of the doctors said to her father: - "There'll never be a baby out of it. She will never walk again," but her father never gave up, her mother and grandmother neither. With many sacrifices, investments, she managed because of them to be a healthy child in every respect. One of the paediatrician doctors working in Targu Mureş at the time, the head of the pediatric ward, advised her mother to dance. The doctor says that she would recover and help her enormously in her recovery. It's about Dr. Enache, a doctor who told her mother that it was made for her job, see through you what you had. A dedicated doctor who loved children enormously and treated her with great patience. One day, I caught a cold. I was starving, and she made potatoes straw. Lusty girl of her kind, quickly went into the kitchen and took the potatoes and began to clean them and prepare them for her. Good to know, she was a little girl with a lot of "glue" for many people.

From here, her life began to take another turn. It was a turning-over period, managing to get away with it. But everyone told her... 'you're a strong kid', she didn't understand why at the time. She quickly settled in with her new family. With great care, attention, and dedication offered by them, she has recovered. Her mother told her she was very foody. She used to steal everything she caught from the table, starting with the crumbs of bread and ending with the green onions she liked to eat from the garden. She pulled the onion and ran away with it. Tells her the mother while she is smiling.

 A new chapter will be written for the nine months' girl. The childhood period was the most beautiful here at Reghin. She had grandparents on her foster father's side. She was proud, telling everyone she had many grandparents, six grandparents, two fathers, and a mother. And when she thought. Grandma was one of those people who made all her cravings. She ate and slept with her. And it seems that she still remembers the taste and texture of the food, but she never managed to make it the way she did it. Grandpa used to take her in the winter with the sleigh. It was wonderful! There were other winters, winters with heavy snows. At the top of Cosbuc was the slide formed. The church at the top of the street completed the winter landscape. They would let go from there and reach the front of the practice. It was wonderful! And she told him many times, 'I want it again!'

It's as if she's still watching the place where they had a fireplace sitting in the corner of the kitchen, next to which Grandma used to put two chairs on which the snow-wet socks and striped clothes hung. Sometimes they would take Max with them and go with Grandpa upstairs to the Round Forest. They were all walking around on days when it was snowing, and it wasn't that cold. Se would make a tent out of his chairs and sit there until Grandma made the soup to warm up after she was cold as ice when she had entered the house. For the holidays, she could not wait for them. Bubu was always waiting for the dough that was just ready for the Christmas cakes. She ever tasted the raw dough prepared by her grandmother, and always scolded her for not hurting her stomach. The smell of cakes and steak can she can feel today every time she thinks about that period. When grandma and mom told her something about Santa Claus, she was always lurking at the doors.

I don't know if she was about four years old when she heard Ria, the older sister said, "quickly take the presents out so that the little one is not going to see them." She was the one who was always peeking through the door lock. The girls hadn't even found out what she was doing. She still managed to surprise her parents with a letter for Santa. She always went up into his father's office and left it near the window. And how happy she was when it disappeared. Before the holidays, she went to Glodeni to cut the pig. She always craved fried mice until she was very sick of it. Her stomach didn't like it, but she was guttling when she ate it. Her mother did not let her eat, knowing that she was not doing well. So she was allowed to taste other things: pudding, sausage, and sour soup that her grandmother always prepared when the pig was slaughtered. Grandma used to develop a stew with onions and polenta, which she still ate with pleasure. Christmas was always the holiday when her wishes were fulfilled. I don't know whether there was ever a Christmas on which I didn't still get what I dreamed. She was always fascinated by the Christmas tree. 

 She was always fascinated by the Christmas tree. The globes, the decorations, the lights were still well placed in a large suitcase set high on the closet not to reach them. She used to roll them under the tree or smash them in her hands. My mother was always afraid of ruining my hands if I would have broken them. They usually had very tall Christmas trees, and she used to climb the corner of the living room to decorate it. My mother often decorated it with candy, and I always stole from it, leaving only the package. She loved the evenings when used to go to the church on Christmas Eve and came home from there with a gift. As she entered the yard, she dashed downstairs to her grandparents to see what her grandmother had prepared for the meal. She always had to taste it.

 Together with her mother prepared the Boeuf salat and the stuffed cabbage. She always cut the vegetables very big, but still, my mother did not give up when it came to preparing the meal.

 Bubu does not regret this thing, and she can say that she learned a lot from her. She often bought angels, globes, Christmas trees forms for the dough. We prepared everything and put them in the oven. Her mother always let her decorate them with colorful candies and egg mousse. Lenuta used to make lunch. She sat in the living room and looked at Frutis. They were her favorite drawings at the time.

 She was not a very calm child, but she used to run around the house and climb on top of solid wood cabinets. Everyone had begun to tremble with fear when they saw her at that height. 

 Bubu often ran into the yard without letting her know. What a scare! She liked to go for a walk in the garden and throw Max to eat everything she caught through his fence. Her mother was always afraid when she used to touch his food not to bite her; Max had never done her any harm, but her mother's protection was above all else.