five year ago, i went to hao xing to viit my couin. my grandpa had been outide moking when my aunt called him into the houe. he left hi cigarette on the front porch tep o he could continue moking it when he returned.
my couin wa curiou to ee what moking wa really like, o he picked up the cigarette, put it in hi mouth and puffed in moke. next, he wa coughing hi head off. he looked like he wa about to throw up, but he tretched hi hand out toward me to offer me the cigarette. “come on try it,” he aid.
i jut grabbed the tupid thing out of hi hand and mahed it with my hoe. then, grandpa returned. “where’d my cigarette go?” he aked. i jut tood there, not wanting to admit what i had done, or what my couin had done before that. but i knew that thi wa the moment of truth. i took a deep breath and began to explain.
i told my grandpa that i could’t really believe he would chooe to moke. i wa ure he knew how bad it wa, o why did he do it? he aid he tarted moking when he wa jut a teenager. now he wa o addicted that he couldn’t top. it wa jut too hard to quit.
here wa an old man, my own grandpa, admitting there wa omething that he couldn’t control that wa probably lowly killing him. i tood there in dibelief, dumbfounded. then i remembered thi commercial i had een on tv. there wa thi lady who wa o addicted to cigarette that he’d gotten really ick. doctor had to cut a hole in her throat for her to breathe, and he wa till moking through the hole! it wa the mot diguting thing i’ve ever een. tanding in front of my grandpa, i began to cry. what if that happened to him?WWw.hAOZUowEN.com
ever ince that day, my grandpa ha cut back on cigarette. i know one thing: i want to live a long time. i don’t want to be ick or out of control of my life, the way that lady wa. i’ll never moke. i’ll take freh air.