E dashur n\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb ka marr\u00eb malli.
\nM\u00eb mungon kaq shum\u00eb sa ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb \u00e7m\u00ebndem kur mendoj se ke ikur. <\/p>\n
Sot po shkruaj nj\u00eb let\u00ebr p\u00ebr ty dhe do ta nis me post\u00eb.
\nLexoje dhe mos u m\u00ebrzit, kur mes shkronjave do shikosh disa dal\u00eb boje, ah m\u00eb vidhet ndonj\u00eb lot syve pa m\u00eb pyetur ku shkon,.
\nT\u00eb kujtohet sa her\u00eb n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tu na zinte gjumi?
\nZ\u00ebrin t\u00ebnd dhe sot e k\u00ebsaj dite nuk e kam ndeshur kund.
\nK\u00ebndoje aq bukur e mira ime.
\nShikoja \u00ebndrr\u00ebn m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur. N\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tu isha i sigurt\u00eb, t\u00eb kam lodhur sepse ti pas nj\u00eb dite pune na mbaje edhe ne t\u00eb vegj\u00eblit e tu.
\nNe flinim dhe gjumin t\u00ebnd.
\nNuk t\u00eb d\u00ebgjova kurr\u00eb t\u00eb ankoheshe. E mban m\u00ebnd sa her\u00eb na shijonte ushqimi sepse ti ishe kuzhinierja m\u00eb e mir\u00eb n\u00eb bot\u00eb, ti buz\u00ebqeshje dhe na jepje edhe pjes\u00ebn t\u00ebnde..ne s\u2019menduam kurr\u00eb se ti q\u00eb punoje gjith\u00eb dit\u00ebn rrije pa ngr\u00ebn\u00eb.
\nE dashur N\u00ebn\u00eb, e mira ime t\u00eb kujtohet sa her\u00eb fshihesha pas teje kur t\u00eb ankoheshin p\u00ebr mua ? Isha nj\u00eb \u00e7amarrok i l\u00ebvizsh\u00ebm,tmerri i xhamave dhe pem\u00ebve t\u00eb lagjes.Ti m\u00eb shikoje buzagas sa her\u00eb t\u00eb ankoheshin p\u00ebr mua sikur doje t\u00eb thoje..pun\u00eb e madhe i vog\u00ebl je.Ti m\u00eb kuptoje, un\u00eb nuk kisha lodra, asnj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb nuk kishte lodra, k\u00ebshtu ishte ajo koh\u00eb.Ti nuk kishe shum\u00eb rroba, n\u00eb fakt nuk mbaj m\u00ebnd q\u00eb t\u00eb blije ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb, a po nj\u00ebher\u00eb kur n\u00ebna jote dhe gjyshja ime t\u00eb bleu nj\u00eb fustan me lule t\u00eb vogla dhe topa.Ti e veshe dhe pe nga un\u00eb, ishe kaq e lumtur, br\u00ebnda nj\u00eb minute u sh\u00ebndrrove n\u00eb Mbret\u00ebresh\u00eb si n\u00eb ato p\u00ebrrallat q\u00eb m\u00eb tregoje net\u00ebve t\u00eb gjata t\u00eb dimrit. Un\u00eb qeshja dhe vrapoja n\u00ebp\u00ebr dy dhomat e vogla q\u00eb kishim duke nxjerr\u00eb her\u00eb pas here nj\u00ebrin sy nga dera.
\n E dashur Mbret\u00ebresha ime q\u00eb net\u00ebt dhe dit\u00ebt t’i \u201dvodha\u201dpadrejt\u00ebsisht, at\u00ebher\u00eb kur s\u00ebmuresha, at\u00ebher\u00eb kur t\u00eb k\u00ebrkoja q\u00eb tregimet e tua t\u00eb mosmbaronin, at\u00ebher\u00eb kur t\u00eb duhej t\u00eb laje rrobat, t\u00eb cilat un\u00eb p\u00ebr \u00e7do dit\u00eb i b\u00ebja pis, m\u00eb fal, sot e kuptoj se ti kurr\u00eb nuk jetove p\u00ebr vete por p\u00ebr mua.<\/p>\n
T\u00eb kam borxh dhe nuk mund ta kthej sepse nj\u00eb m\u00ebngjes t\u00eb trisht\u00eb ti ike.
\nMa b\u00ebj hallall se edhe n\u00eb at\u00eb \u00e7ast t\u00eb vetmen porosi q\u00eb le isha un\u00eb. Padashje t\u00eb vrava, ato qindra net\u00eb pa gjum\u00eb e pa ngr\u00ebn\u00eb, e lodhur n\u00ebp\u00ebr t\u00eb ftohtin e dimrave t\u00eb dob\u00ebsuan t\u00eb lig\u00ebn, por prap\u00eb n\u00eb fytyr\u00ebn e venitur buz\u00ebqeshja nuk t\u00eb humbi.
\nT\u00eb njoha t\u00eb bukur dhe e bukur ike.
\n E dashur N\u00ebn\u00eb !
\nKjo let\u00ebr kurr\u00eb s\u2019do t\u00eb vi aty ku je ti dhe un\u00eb e di k\u00ebt\u00eb, por un\u00eb nuk do v\u00eb adres\u00eb, ti nuk ke nevoj\u00eb p\u00ebr adres\u00eb, mbi t\u00eb do shkruaj ashtu thjesht\u00eb:<\/p>\n
\u201cD\u00ebrgon:Biri Yt,\u2026\u2026\u2026Merr N\u00ebna!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
E dashur n\u00ebn\u00eb m\u00eb ka marr\u00eb malli. M\u00eb mungon kaq shum\u00eb sa ndonj\u00ebher\u00eb \u00e7m\u00ebndem kur mendoj se ke ikur. Sot po shkruaj nj\u00eb let\u00ebr p\u00ebr ty dhe do ta nis me post\u00eb. Lexoje dhe mos u m\u00ebrzit, kur mes shkronjave do shikosh disa dal\u00eb boje, ah m\u00eb vidhet ndonj\u00eb lot syve pa m\u00eb pyetur ku […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":18432,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-18431","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-opinione"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18431","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18431"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18431\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18433,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18431\/revisions\/18433"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/18432"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18431"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18431"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neutrale.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18431"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}