+ i had HATE cigrette smell my entire life,and would die on the spot if someone were to puff it in my face. when my friends told me that their father smoke, i felt sorry for them to smell in those hurmfull gases that they don wana smell in. and when they ask about my father if wether he smoke or not. i am always proud to say "NO". not until the trip to malayisa to visit my malaysian relative ( chu san). at one of my relative houses one of the uncle there offered him a cigrette. i thought he would say "NO", because he never smoke. ( the father i know since young)
but i was wrong. i was so damn shock when he took a stick from that uncle, tapping the cigarette on the table professionally and lit up up the cigarette right in front of my eye, and started sucking and puffing right infront of me. ( i was only like sitting right beside him). my jaw dropped. of cause i didn't just sat there , i ran to the opposite of the living room and sat with my mom. my mom and i seems to be the only one who cares that he was smoking. my other two sis look as if they alredy knew. i really feel like punching him. he had disappear for so long, finally see him during chinese new year, and now he was smoking. bastard. i glared at him through out, so as my mum, while he was puffing the smelly thing and talking to that uncle.
wacting him finish the stick of cigarette. bastard.
i was really sad in fact.
my father?
i never knew him.
he had really changed alot.
tis job had killed my father that i once know. :(

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