Sandu smiled, laid down his violin, and whistled toward the garden. Suddenly, the air was filled with laughter. Three young boys came running from the orchard, clothes stained with cherry juice, followed by two girls carrying baskets of fresh flowers. Behind them came Sandu’s eldest son, holding a newborn.
Sandu picked up his violin and played a few bars of a familiar melody—the soul of Copiii-s averea . Ionut de la Campia Turzii-Copii-s averea
Just as Ionut de la Campia Turzii sings, money comes and goes, but children are the only "wealth" that grows more precious with every passing year. They are the true legacy that no amount of money can buy. Sandu smiled, laid down his violin, and whistled
