Mihai Ciobanu - Copilarie,parca-ai Fost Mai Ieri 📌

It truly felt like only yesterday that he sat at his grandfather’s feet, watching the old man’s calloused hands carve stories into wood. He remembered the kitchen filled with the scent of fresh bread and the hearth fire that promised safety against the winter howling outside. Back then, the world ended at the crest of the next hill, and that was enough.

Mihai stood at the edge of the old orchard, the scent of crushed mint and sun-warmed dust filling his lungs. If he closed his eyes, he wasn't a man with graying temples; he was a barefoot boy running toward the sound of a distant flute. Mihai Ciobanu - Copilarie,parca-ai fost mai ieri

A bird took flight from a nearby branch, its wings snapping against the quiet air. Mihai smiled, a bittersweet ache tightening in his chest. The years had stolen the boy, but they couldn't touch the memory. He realized then that childhood isn't a place you leave behind; it’s a song you carry in your pocket, ready to be hummed whenever the world grows too loud. It truly felt like only yesterday that he

As the sun began to dip behind the mountains, painting the sky in strokes of violet and gold, Mihai turned back toward the house. He walked with a lighter step, knowing that as long as he could still smell that mint and hear that phantom flute, the boy he used to be was never truly far away. Mihai stood at the edge of the old