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  • When I was about 6 years old, my mother smoked cigarettes and had been doing so for over 20 years.
    One evening, I sat with my mother and watched television. They talked about how people died from smoking. I don't think I fully understood what they were actually talking about. However, I looked at my mother with my big brown eyes and told her: "Mom, I don't want you to die". She didn't want to die either, she replied.

    I promised to eat more apples instead of candy for a week and she promised to quit smoking. She hasn't smoked since.
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