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Matei walked toward the porch where his parents now sat, gray-haired and quiet. They didn't see him at first. His father was peeling an apple for his mother, a simple gesture of a lifetime of shared burdens.

Matei stood at the edge of the old plum orchard, his expensive leather shoes sinking into the soft earth he hadn’t trod upon in years. In his hand, he clutched a small, weathered photograph of a young couple standing in front of a half-built house—his parents. Rico Nadara - Parinti mei (Cover Florin Cercel Live 2022)

He stepped into the light of the porch, the music in his head swelling. "I'm home," he whispered. And for the first time in a decade, the restless man felt he was exactly where he was meant to be. Matei walked toward the porch where his parents

He remembered his father’s hands—rough, calloused, and stained with the grease of the tractors he fixed to pay for Matei’s university tuition. He remembered his mother’s eyes, always tired but always sparkling when she managed to tuck an extra few banknotes into his coat pocket before he left for the city. Matei stood at the edge of the old

"You are our pride," they had told him. "Our tired backs are the bridge for you to walk toward the sun."