I remember she used to smoke, but only when some of our relatives would come home from the province, and only when I was really young. It used to scare me and I used to tell her to stop but she never really said anything about it.

I started smoking, then stopped… but only after she passed away. I hate that I did it too late. I can’t tell her that I quit like I promised. I suppose that doesn’t matter at all — at least I stopped.

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