It had all started with that telegram she received when they returned from Samuel´s baseball game and celebration subsequent .

-Geriatric Residence Rosemallow? -asked Diane by telephone- I would talk with Mr. Jhonson. I´m Diane Malone, the daughter of Helen Chambers .

-Ms. Malone ! Finally! Didn´t respond to my calls.

- Yeah, well ... I had the phone in silent mode ... - she apologized-

- The fact is that her mother is hospitalized. Sorry to communicate you that she suffers from cardiorespiratory failure.

-Oh, my God ! No!...

Now Sam and Diane were in the hospital, in the lobby of the floor of the intensive care unit . They were waiting for the doctor who treated her mother to give out any news .

-Would you like to warn Samuel?, Anyone? -Sam asked to her-

-No. It´s better leave him quiet- said Diane discouraged - Now cannot do anything .

Sam knew that Diane was right, but didn´t know how penetrate the wall of silence that Diane had raised around her. Then he said:

- Look, Diane . you know that I'm not as subtle as you...- Sam had chosen to be frank and direct - I think you're lost in thoughts, memories and who knows what else . But I think if you do not tell me what happens in your mind , I can not help you.

Diane smiled slightly . That was Sam: Straight to the point. But she was exhausted by the wait, and didn´t give thought to the claims of Sam .

- All right, Sam . You win...- Diane took a few seconds before speaking-: I do not know how to say all that now rages within me. It is an amalgam of feelings, trying to emerge from my heart and psyche explosively , all at once ...

- What? Sam interrupted .

- What do you mean? -Diane asked.

- Me?, you are who says the weird stuff -Sam said- I haven´t understood anything. Could you talk like normal people? So, no one can to help you.

Diane didn´t feel like jokes, but Sam had managed to make her laugh, as always.

- What goose are you Sam!

- Is that right?... -Sam smiled to hide, but really he hadn´t understood anything.-

- Well you see ...-Diane was now calmer, began to talk in more depth:- I have always loved my father, I loved him more than my mother. Even to uncle Jack loved him more than my mom. She didn´t care about me. Only dealt with her damn social life. But, on the other hand, I feel guilty. Should love her, she's my mother.

- You see, Diane. I think ...-Sam could no talking; Diane interrupted him-

-When my father died, I got to thinking , "Why him? Why has not touched to her? . " On the other hand , I'm not a monster. I think deep down inside me, I love my mother .

- Yeah, well ... - Sam wanted to pursue- .

-Oh , Sam! …This is what I meant before. I have mixed feelings , and ...I'm going crazy !. Once I thought I preferred her death, to my father´s death . Now she´s there in, between life and death, and I'm sure that I don´t really want that for her- Diane began to mourn-

Sam let her feelings vent a little, although for him it was very hard to see her mourn, always happened him that.

- Diane, honey. You're not a monster, Sam spoke with soft, velvety voice -You had a predilection for your father because he was more affectionate with you. Children always go where they find more love. You did it. Everything is normal.

- But then I grew up and ... -Diane interrupted again, but Sam silenced her, resting his index finger on her soft lips.-

- Let me finish, baby -Sam continued- Yes, you grew. So what? You cannot send in matters of the heart. On the other hand, because your mother not often to say "I love you" does not prove anything. Many people find it hard to express feelings. Myself, you know I don´t say you many times "I love you", and I'm mad about you.

Diane smiled at his statement.

- What you mean, Sam?

- I mean you're an only child, and I bet you anything that your mother always loved you. I'll show you: You can deny that you love your mother, even if it's a little?

- Well ... I ... Yes, I love my mother ... -said Diane sheepishly-.

- You see! -Sam cried- I don´t know when and how, but you´ve seen the love reflected in the eyes of your mother...

At that moment came the doctor and two nurses from the ICU. With taciturn faces they came toward Diane and Sam.

- Mrs. Malone? -asked the doctor.-

- Yes? Diane replied full of fear. Sam noticed and put his arm around her shoulders.

- Sorry to communicate that her mother has just died. She had many years, and we haven´t been able to do much for her. He was very weak. She has died due to cardiorespiratory arrest. We accompanied you on sentiment. As soon as to be posible we will explain you the paperwork to follow...Now, if you'll excuse...

Diane began to mourn. Sam hugged her tightly. As she hugged her, he looked the clock in the hall. It was 4:30 in the morning. Sam made to Diane sit in the chair where he had before offered a coffee.

...It will continue