Stale cigarette smoke dripped off every surface in the dimly-lit trailer, its yellow tinted even deeper by the sun filtering through the curtains. She shuffled slowly back to her bedroom as I settled my little ones on the floor with some toys.
“Stay here and play, ok? Mommy will be down the hall for a few minutes helping our friend. Here are your toys. Don’t touch anything else. Do you understand?”
I stole a glance at them as I hurried down the hall after her. “Please don’t break anything,” I murmured. My footsteps echoed dull on the old carpet, exposing the cheap subfloor underneath.
She had removed the old bandage and cleaned her wound as well as she could. I dabbed gingerly at the angry raw skin, apologizing each time she winced.
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Hi Joy,
Your story hit me. I confess i’m a smoker too. And as I read your blog, i feel so guilty about myself. Why i haven’t tried to quit smoking? Okay i tried once, but it didn’t worked too. I don’t know how to answer it, why. It’s maybe i feel comfortable with it and it helps me release my tensions.
But i wish i could quit really. In God’s time maybe.
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It is really an inspiring story, I enjoy reading it will.