mercedo's Journal: Happiness

Once I had felt happiness in my life. It was when I got narried to a foreign woman at age 31. She was working in a club, she was a hostess in a foreigner's bar. I was working daytime, so naturally I slept earlier than she. Usually she came home late at night, probably it was two or three o'clock. I was usually deep in sleep those hours, but one night I noticed her getting home. As was usual, she had done with everyhing she had to do before she sleep, she enterd the bed beside me.

I felt happiness at the moment.