His name was Henry

Hello my diary. After my mother died I stayed alone. Alone in this world. I hardly know what to do and what the meaning of my life is. Today is November 30, its very cold outside. At this time my mother was always sitting in front of TV drinking warm milk with her morning cookie. Her nice dimples on cheeks always made me happy. Her funny TV programs about dancing and music always led me into raptures. I always argued with her. Her clumsy facts about jazz bands, theater groups , ballet and endless talk about hopeless singer from Arizona….. Everything of it choked up my mother to live. She was 78 and in addition she was seriously ill. I knew that her Death crept up very quickly. I was right.She died.....It would seem, what can be better, than calm, quiet death in deeply age in a lovely house…. But you know, my diary, I couldn't let her go. My clock suddenly rang. 12 p.m. Its time to go to bed.Last days I fall into sleep very bad, but today realm of dreams opens for me quicker then often.I got up at 7 a.m. «Perfect day», the first day of winter. Every year together with my mother we visited our local bar, we spoke about different world problems, political life and so on. And of course we started our conversation with discussion of new pop groups. Today is my first winter without my mother. I got up, made my morning coffee, turned TV, where MTV translated a program about ballet. Suddenly silence in my house violated strange rang. I opened the door. There was a man, he looked very tired , in his hands was luggage. - Hi, said he, I am from nearby town. - Come on. - Mem, I want to rent one room in your house , outside it looked sweet. I reflected a few seconds. - Ok, your room is on the second floor ,to the left from ladder. Since that time he lived with me. We spoke with him very rarely. I only knew a few things about him. His name is Henry and he living in my house. That was all. Every morning I cooked him breakfast. It was very pleasant for me, and he payed me good money.Day after day we spend 1 hour in day together and then care fore our affairs. I- walk light-heatedly through the streets. This amount, wich he paid me was rather enough and I have no need and desire to work. At one on of this days I wandered through street. I decided today to buy some vegetables. Supermarket was on neighboring street. So today a big trip forest me .I output from market, when suddenly heard nice, clear song. I turned and saw not big crowd near exit of market. This song was the most beautiful song in world. It was favorite song of my mom. I approached to the crowd. Here I saw a man in pretty hat. Oh Good ….. it was my Henry. Song silent. Henry look on me a few minutes and then pack up his things. He run away in aside of my house. I followed him. I open door, Henry was standing o the kitchen. He cried. He admitted that he poor, that he planned stay in my house only 2-3 days, but then attached me. But then he stand up and announced that he leaved my house. Suddenly I understood that it was my dearest man in world. I understood  that I love him. Something unexplained allocated him from others. I embraced him. We become live together. Today is April 23, and we wait fore our child. I confident, that my mother would have liked Henry. Thanks my live ,you did not let me die alone.