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Smoking Story As soon as I walked in the door to my house I instantly smelled the smoke. I called to my mom and found her sitting in the back room with a cigarette hanging out her mouth. I had known she smoked but recently she started smoking more often, and I am becoming more and more worried about her. I am scared that one day I will come home and she won’t be here. A month ago she was diagnosed with lung cancer. She has been really down and I am concerned about it. I had confronted her about it a couple days ago about it and she said she was fine. I told the family I was worried about her and they were also worried about it because her health was deteriorating. That night when I went to bed wondering what I would do. I woke up in the morning with a sick feeling in my stomach. I dragged myself to school with the sick feeling in my stomach. I went to the guidance counselor to tell her my situation. She was very concerned about my mother mostly because she was recently diagnosed with lung cancer. Later that night I confronted my mother again, I told her that I loved her and that I didn’t want her to go down that path and wanted a healthy life for her to live. But, yet again she told me she was fine and that there was nothing to worry about. She told me she would find her soon and that everything would be better. Even though she said that, I still had doubt that she would actually do it. She has told me the same thing over and over again but it never happened. One day when I came home I found her lying hunched over in her chair. I screamed her name but received no response back form her. I ran over as quickly as I could, I tried to shake her thinking that she was just sleeping and that she would wake up soon but I couldn’t. I called 911 and told the operator that my mom isn’t responding to anything and looks like she had a heart attack. They told me to relax, and wait for the emergency vehicles. But, I couldn’t relax a surge of panic raised up through me in fear that my mom may never come home, and then I would have to live with my grandparents. I could not live with my grandparents I thought to myself. When the ambulance arrived they allowed me to ride in the back of the ambulance to go to the hospital. I explained to them that she has been smoking and that she was recently diagnosed with lung cancer. They told me that it wasn’t likely that she would make it, given her age and the condition that she was in. By the time the ambulance reached the hospital she was already gone and there was no chance in saving her. By that time I was crying my eyes out. They asked me if there was any family that they should call to notify, I told them to call my grandparents. I gave them their numbers and told them that they were the only family we had so there was no need to call anyone else. I was upset and crying for the next couple weeks. My grandparents let me off of school because they knew it was hard for me to lose my mother because I had already lost my father. Now I was determined to make smoking illegal. This death could have been prevented if smoking were illegal.  Smoking __should__ be illegal.

 By: Dayten