Dear mother,

I can’t forget the day my little sister came to me, crying and asking me will mommy die from cancer, I looked confused not knowing what she was saying. However, when I looked at you mom holding your cigar I then knew what she meant. Mother, look in the eye of my little sister, look at the fear that is eating her, the fear of losing you due to the consequences of smoking.

 Many people around you who suffer from cancer wish to be as healthy as you, wish to be breathing normally, and wish to stop taking chemotherapy. Yet here you are holding the cigarette selling your life at a cheap price in order to satisfy the urge of feeling calm and cool. Mother, haven’t you thought of how much pain you will go through once you get cancer? Haven’t you thought of the pain that we’ll go through when we lose you? Haven’t you thought of how much you are affecting our health? Mother, sister and I don’t want to be raised by our father only; we need you by our side. We want your love, care and tender. Mom, a mother’s love is irreplaceable and it is very valuable so please don’t take it away from us, don’t let your urge for something that will do you no good be the reason for us to lose a loving mother. So mother please, stop smoking. Please stop.