Now, as the accordion wailed the familiar tune, a young man sat beside him, complaining about his long hours at the workshop and how his girlfriend was upset he missed her birthday.
For the next sixty years, Andrei lived in the house he eventually finished, but it never became a home. He realized too late that the barn was full, but his heart was a drafty, empty room. Cine-n tinerete n-o iubit destul
He treated his youth as an infinite well, pouring his days into labor and his nights into exhausted sleep, always pushing Elena’s hand away when she reached for him to dance. He thought he was being responsible; he didn't realize he was being hollow. Now, as the accordion wailed the familiar tune,
Andrei turned his clouded eyes toward the boy. His voice was a dry rasp, like autumn leaves. He treated his youth as an infinite well,
"The work will be there when you are old and your back is bent," Andrei said, gripping the boy’s wrist with surprising strength. "But the fire in a woman’s eyes? That goes out if you don't tend to it. I spent my youth building a cage for a bird that had already flown. Don't wait until you're my age to realize that the only thing you take to the grave is the warmth you gave away."