The last first story I wrote was about my daddy's death and hooded figure. This story is about my daddy smoking. My Step-father smokes cigarette brand Western. My Father smoked Marlboro. This is significant to my story. It was last year before summer time.
One night as I was sat in front of the computer typing, I smelt a strong smell of cigarette smoke coming from the right side of the window and the computer desk. My step-father smokes but he smokes outside. So it was not his cigarette I smelling. If he was outside having a smoke, my window was closed so the smoke could not have filtered in. The smoke smelt like that of the cigarettes my father smoked, Marlboro. I thought to myself yep and said "Hello daddy". Did my daddy come to see how I was?
I have been very mean to my family. They have been driving me crazy. I am the only child, I was Daddy's girl. My Daddy and I were very close. It hit me hard when he died. I know he always will be around and I know whenever my time comes I will be with him in. I have had health problem since I was sixteen. I have been sick all the times and now I have to take a shot every five weeks.
Thank you for reading this story.