MOM MAKES A COPY...

2024-05-19 12:43:00, Kulturë Agim Xhafka

MOM MAKES A COPY...

The mother, from the time she got married at the age of 18 until she retired, worked regularly. At first a quilter and then a cutter at NPV or the Dutchman's tailoring. He laid the pieces of overcoats and then cut them according to the molds. One day he told us at home:

-Today I walked so much to fold the dock that I could walk from Korça to Maliq and back.

And when he came home he was uncomfortable. When she had to cook and clean, she sat on the floor at dinner and made quilts for the brides who ordered her. I still do not find an explanation of how that soul and that body survived. In these battles, the father adds another burden:

- O woman, you have done the middle. Take some exams and finish economics at night. I am an external teacher there and I help you.

Mother laughed and used her mocking words:

-You're so arrogant.

But her father was a god. One day he asked for the book and told him to underline what he was going to learn. Then he bought seven lined notebooks, cut them into four horizontal parts and gave the 28 mini notebooks to me to fill them with the underlining that my father made. I didn't bother him because maybe that way he learns faster, I thought. One day my mother said to me:

- Questions about those 28 exam theses!

- Talk about question six! - I started.

I expected her to whistle, but she put her hand in the right pocket of her overcoat and counted softly:

- One, two... five, six.

Take out what I had written. When I was laughing because I understood his trick, he told me:

-OK. Ask again.

-22.- I told him.

He put his hand in the left inner pocket of his overcoat and came out thesis 22..

On the day of the exam, she was calm and smiling. We in anxiety. From lunch he entered the house with his head held high.

- Huh? - asked his brother.

-They were quite easy. I dried up the tithe.

After two hours the father came upset.

- Did you stay? - I said.

- He took 8.

Then he hugged mom and I heard:

-I'm sorry! I left for good. But don't respect me even in nonsense.

Mother became an economist, but only in papers. She remained a worker until retirement. Those copy notebooks with my handwriting were a test for my father.

The mother could not carry even that load on the big burden on her back. Therefore, the lover did not doubt his father's word. He completed it delightfully, like that run in the winter that we used to do in the small kitchen when it was freezing outside. We walked and walked, but at home we got stuck.../ CNA