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And maybe then we can have

some sort of relationship.

Because if we go on like this,

in ten years, twenty,

if you're still alive,

we'll be in the same place.

I'm not getting any younger.

For the time I have left,

I'd like to have you by myside.

From now on

anything can happen.

I'm no longer

willing to let things slide.

With what I'm going through,

my problems...

whether they're my fault or yours...

- What did I do wrong?

- Never mind now.

I'm putting this on the table.

You can say yes or no.

You either let me call you

when I feel like it,

or it's nothing.

And a suggestion.

If it's hard, find a substitute.

A dog, a lover, a hobby.

People your age visit the Pyramids.

Other people my age

have a normal relationship

with their child.

Parents find their fulfillment

in their children.

Everything they failed to accomplish,

they achieve through their children.

So we're agreed.

Come on, the poor girl's waiting.

Carmen, please search in my bag

for my organizer.

See there under "Parents".

Angheliu. Alimixt?

We turn right after an Alimixt store.

Should be here somewhere.

Ask him.

Hello.

Excuse me, Angheliu?

Turn left down the first lane.

The red gate.

Thank you.

Still, it's a better-looking house.

Come on.

It's the last thing I ask of you.

It's for your own good.

Don't leave me alone.

Come in with me.

I don't know what to tell these people.

And I do?

You don't have to say anything.

Just be there.

Come on. I'm afraid.

I'm scared.

You're a man, after all.

What if they want to hit me?

I can't just go in and say, what?

Good day, I'm this and that?

I'm here to do, whatexactly?

You don't say "good day",

you say "God rest his soul".

Carmen, you come with me.

You're an outsider, anyway.

Daddy!

- How are you?

- Daddy!

God rest his soul.

I am the mother of the boy.

He's saying you should come in.

Take mine.

You take them.

Dragos, you stay there

where your daddy told you.

God rest his soul.

Let's go to the other room, grandma.

Sit here.

She's a friend,

I asked her to come with me

because it's difficult for me, too.

I came here on behalf of my boy.

He's outside and couldn't come in,

the poor thing.

He's suffering terribly.

He didn't mean it.

He wanted to tell you...

...and me too.

What can I tell you.

I'm so sorry.

Nothing will bring him back now.

Tomorrow Mihai will come home

from the morgue,

and they'll lay him down

on the table

and the priest will sing hymns

to a closed coffin.

I never thought I'd come to bear

such a burden

to bury my child at fourteen.

I thought he'd bury me.

When they told me:

"Barbu was in an accident..."

...I thought the world had ended.

And that's nothing compared...

...to what you're going through.

It's nothing.

That was God's plan.

No one was guilty,

...yet here's this terrible misfortune.

Your child wasn't meant to die,

and my child didn't mean to do harm.

If only he were to come in

through that door now,

I'd ask him, my boy,

what were you thinking,

crossing the freeway?

At least if the driver

hadn't been that fast,

it wouldn't have happened.

Or if he'd driven faster,

they wouldn't have collided.

When I saw my child at the morgue...

Even the nurse at the morgue

started crying.

And the idiot, after he hit my boy,

he didn't even come out of the car.

Maybe something could still have

been done.

He wanted to.

The police wouldn't let him.

The police weren't even there.

And they're sold out anyway.

I want whoever's guilty to pay for it.

I'll see justice is done.

My child shouldn't have died

like a dog in the street.

We raised him with love.

And if the law says I'm guilty too

for not telling him to cross the road

in the right places,

then let them take me away, too!

Please, ma'am,

he understands what he did.

I'm begging you...

...please don't ruin his life.

Please don't destroy him.

I only have him.

I'll wait outside.

The deacon is here.

For the bells.

He didn't mean it. Forgive him.

He's gota good heart, my child.

He's warm-hearted.

He's generous.

He never liked to boast,

he didn't brag about his things.

Very shy.

He didn't join gangs.

He doesn't drink.

To me and his father

he's the apple of our eye.

We always wanted him

to do something with his life.

Since he was little,

he was so good and careful

not to get low grades in school,

he learned English and French,

and poems...

We sent him to swimming lessons,

skating...

...ski-ing...

Two years of figure skating.

He had a body...

...a very beautiful body.

He was like...

A pleasure.

Cheerful.

He was...

...so aflectionate and kind to me,

and delicate.

Next year he's getting his degree

in chemistry,

he's going to publish in journals.

We're so proud of him!

He's my whole life.

You have another child,

but I only have him.

Traian.

Bring me his things.

Just so you can see.

We're gonna keep these things.

These are the last things

he had on him.

It's his phone.

They found it

somewhere around there.

He called from this phone

when he got out from school.

"Mother, look,

I finished classes,"

"I got out of school."

"OK, Mihai," I told him.

Tuesday.

You can say no,

but I want to attend on Saturday,

if that's OK with you.

Come light a candle for his soul.

Come where?

Don't come.

It's relatives and friends.

I get it.

I don't want to upset you.

Just to attend.

No.

Then I would like to contribute...

to the effort that's involved.

It's the least.

We don't want it.

Not for him.

I know such a loss

can never be repaid.

For me...

...for my poor heart,

so I have a clear conscience.

I don't go to church often,

but I have a God of my own

and I follow him.

If not, just take it for the brother.

He's young and he needs it.

To go to summercamp,

broaden his mind.

Please.

- How old is the little one?

- He's turning 11.

Dragos, right?

He'll need it.

For school, for the future.

I'd like to come by again.

Not now. Later.

- Not now.

- Certainly.

Later.

When we all calm down.

When you feel more...

Mother, please unlock me.

Child's Pose

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