"Elena has a heart of gold," they would say. "Life has been kind to her."
She remembered the nights she spent pacing the floor, her tears falling as silently as the mountain mist. She thought of the words she never said and the pride she had to rebuild, stone by stone, like the fences surrounding the sheep folds. @Camelia Grozav - CГўt a plГўns inimioara mea (2021)
But Elena carried a secret. The vibrant reds in her rugs weren't just dyes; they were symbols of the fire that had once burned in her soul for a man who promised her the world, only to leave her when the first frost of hardship hit. He had taken her trust and left behind a silence that echoed in her small house. "Elena has a heart of gold," they would say