Smoke Story!

I still remember!

The smoke that haunts me daily!

The scare of losing my father....turned to rage!

Still I couldn't recall the face of my father!

As always the smoke from his cigarette covered his face!

What he gets from it?

What kind of addiction is this?

I didn't understand at my childhood! - But now I can!

Yeah! I understand now that he loves that more than his family!

One day, having a knife in my hand, blackmailing him to leave the addiction or

I could end up my life.......

His priority is always his addiction!

That day, I left home.....knowing where my value lies in my dad's heart!

No....I doubt whether he had a heart!!!!!!!!

That day onwards.........

I began an organisation to recover the smoke addicts!

Proud that I saved hundreds of lives and families...

Feeling satisfied that I saved hundreds of daughters and sons like me crying all day...recalling Father!

TODAY!

I am in my house after 5 years since I left home!

The journey I came through is more than hell!

Now, standing before my father's photo, hung on the wall!

I don't know why he can't even smile for a photo! Same pale face!

But I really miss him now....

He's no more today, the voice heard!

A tiny tear rolled on!

But still, however my father treated me.......STILL I LOVE HIM A LOT!!!!!!!!!!!