It's ridiculous, all the smoke. She promised me that she would stop smoking. Nine days in a hospital. No smoking, what so ever. Don't you think thats enough to quit, obviously not. The ride home he smoked and smoked and I couldn't breath, she took a draw off of it. I stared at her in amazment blinking back tears that rose to the surface, it wasn't enough. I had to let a few come out.
The anger that rose. The hate the came. Yes shes my mother, the woman who gave birth to me. But why can she not stop, even after she promised. My dad wants to stop but with everything thats going on he can't. I respect him because he puts up with my family, work, stress, and everything and hasn't lost it yet.
She makes me sick to my stomach. She'll get up and go outside to smoke. But when it comes to gettin the dog in she calls me and my sister. It's sickening.