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I arrived at my room shaken from running down that long hallway. I was heartbroken, I wanted to cry, because I remembered that in about three or four hours my brother, his girlfriend, the nurse and the doctor would be coming to my room and I didn't want them to see me with my eyes red and swollen from crying so much. I knew that if I started thinking about my mom and everything that happened that day, I would go into tears and I wouldn't be able to control myself. I had a bad feeling that after this I might go into depression and end up in a psychologist for two years. Having lost my mom and knowing that I could have prevented it, no doubt filled me with too much sadness and pain. On many occasions things didn't work out to be with Samuel and we both wanted to insist on being together, because according to us we loved each other. What I may have felt for Samuel is not even half of what I feel for my mother, the love for Samuel will never reach the love I have for my mother, she is my