THE LAST CIGARETTE

I took my pen to jot down some important details.But an old diary did catch my attention from my mom's cabinet. As i stared at this "thing", memories passes slowly into my mind while turning the old blurred pages..
I was in my toddler when she wrote this short article, telling a story of her own experience.My eldest brother was in his early teens then. And me being the youngest among children indicates the story was written a long time ago. Entitled...THE LAST CIGARETTE