When I went back to high school after only 2 weeks of my mom's death, I was saddened even more. The thing was I could not stand the silence in the house, could not stand the piercing serenity of being alone this time. Hence, I ran away from that apartment where each corner was ready to shove a tearful memory in my throat. Even worse, I was feeling as if some door back in my mind was shut thus hiding all those merry, delightful moments mother and I had spent together and on this side of the door where I was, flashed only the timespan during which cancer was an issue - All those emotionality we had been through up until her ICU week were as vivid as possible to my dismay.