A vice with a price
I was not ready for my twentieth birthday. Even less ready to celebrate it just two weeks after my father had passed away. I expected a book, a movie, the odd gift card. But, the present I received from my boyfriend was the most unusual. It wasn't a present adorned in bows, ribbons and frills. It wasn't stashed away beneath layers of crinkly paper. Nevertheless, it was no less valuable and under the circumstances, no less perfect. Never did I expect the two words "I quit", to be the cause of my smile.
Neil shared the same vice as my father, a vice that displeased me above all else. He was a chain smoker too. My father was diagnosed with lung cancer five years ago. After undergoing extensive chemotherapy and radiation treatment, he finally lost the battle, leaving me to grieve alone in the world. Smoking became one of those things I detested on a knee-jerk reaction; and when Neil quit, it was the biggest comfort anyone had given me.
My father always promised me the same