Friendship is a single soul inhabiting two bodies. - Aristotle Even now, as I write this article, my heart is full of sadness and pity. Due to the unpleasant nature of this situation, I still have not recovered from this experience. I have to start this story by first saying that I'm not a fan of making best friends. However, I have this friend who is like a sister to me, we do everything together. Our mothers know each other, so they make sure we go to the same school from childhood until college. Something happened during our last year together at community college that turned our friendship into enemies. As my parents' first child, I was raised in a very strict environment. I was punished for all my mistakes, I never had the chance to party, to go to the club like the other kids. My parents are Christians, so they always emphasize good discipline and the importance of education as the key to success. Because of all the values ​​and morals implanted in me by my parents, I never had any problems with anyone, including my friends and teachers. As I said earlier, my childhood friend Cynthia was more than a sister to me, we were pretty much like twins from the same parents. We agree on everything except this incident which I find so difficult to understand and which I cannot get out of my memory. Cynthia was raised by a single parent (mom), so things weren't as smooth and easy as me and the other girls. Even though as a friend I tried as much as possible to help him, nothing was enough for him. Also, due to the absence of a father figure in her life, she lacks morals, ethics and values. In a nutshell, Cynthia was in the middle of a paper......she was really hurt and in a way she blamed herself 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 was HIV positive, she wouldn't have worried so much that she would have an accident or that she would still be alive. How can I accept that my best friend died because of me? I lost a good friend and I wish I could go back in time 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 aside my selfishness and morals and make my friend happy by keeping her secret..