The 16th of November 2019 year, one year from day when my mom passed away from flu. I came back to this day again and again, can't think about anything else. In this day I didn't want to wait my next bus more than 30 minutes and decided to go cross some bus stops forward. It was so hard to wait and remember every minute of this terrible day again and again. I went...all in my thoughts, in my suffering. And met William who waited bus, too because his son broken his car. We are working together, in different departments of one company but I didn't pay attention to him before. After one month we bought new car and married.