my mum and brother who of which i spend all of my time with (when i am not with my boyfriend.)
my dad is around anymore he deid from smoking and drugs. he started is smoking when i was three years old because that is when money when tight and that is when dad got anxious and started to smoke but it wasnt till two years befor he died that he started taking drugs it was from peer-presure by his 'pals' mum and i never liked they guys but ohwell.
one day dad wasnt feeling to well so the three of us took dad to the hospital. We had to wait for about an hour befor the doctor came out and called dads name "steven harris" the doctor shouted
"he is here" mum called back
"come on in" the doctor said as we walked in
"thank you"
"no prob now i am doctor frank. what seems to be the problem?"
"he has been having headache and vomiting" mum said
"does he smoke?"
"yes he takes some drugs to help him from his back pains"
"oh ok has he been trying to quit his smoking?"
"eh yeh why"
"because i have something that might help"
"do you? what is it?" i interupted
"well it is a nicotine cigiret it is eletrical and it doesnt have all those horrible chemicals in it"
"we will get one"
"ok there you go"
it wasnt worth getting because he used it a few times a few time because i he silped away in his sleep. i stayed home from school for a week and a half and when i came to school all he teachers tried to comfort me about it but just brought the memory.
