Friendship is one soul dwelling in two bodies. - Aristotle Even now as I write this article my heart is full of sorrow and pity. Due to the unpleasantness of this situation, I have not yet recovered from the experience. I have to start this story by first saying that I am not a fan of making best friends. But I have this friend who is like a sister to me, we do everything together. Our moms know each other, so they make sure we go to the same school from when we were kids until college. Something happened during our senior year together at community college that turned our friendships into enemies. Being my parents' first child, I grew up in a very strict environment. I was punished for all my mistakes, I never had the chance to party, to go to the disco like the other kids. My parents are Christians and therefore always emphasize good discipline and the importance of education as the key to success. Because of all the values ​​and morals instilled in me by my parents, I never had any problems with anyone, including my friends and teachers. As I said before, my childhood friend Cynthia was more than a sister to me, we were more or less like twins from the same parents. We agree on everything except this incident which I find so difficult to understand and can't get it out of my memory. Cynthia was raised by a single parent (mom), so things weren't as smooth and relaxed compared to me and the other girls. Even though as a friend I have tried in every way to help her, nothing is enough for her. Furthermore, due to the absence of a father figure in her life, she lacks morals, ethics and values. Simply put, Cynthia was a com...... middle of paper... she was really hurt and somehow I blamed myself for her death. I learned a valuable lesson from this experience because I felt like I lost my good friend because of my selfishness and also because I didn't respect her wishes. Maybe if I had listened to her and not told her mother that she has HIV she wouldn't have been so worried about having an accident or still being alive. How do I accept that my best friend died because of me? I lost a good friend and wish I could rewind the clock and mend the broken fence between me and Cynthia before she died? Has this experience led me to be more open-minded, respectful and receptive to the views and opinions of others? I hope this doesn't happen to me again, but if it does I promise to put my selfishness and morals aside and make my friend happy by keeping her secret.