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CHAPTER 7

(AHVI’S POINT OF VIEW)

It's 6 pm on a Saturday. After a long, grueling day at practice, my body aches and begs for a bed, but as soon as I walk into the living room of the house where I grew up, I wish I hadn't.

The stench of smoked tobacco in the air is so overwhelming that I have to clap a hand over my nose to avoid inhaling it.

The floor is littered with empty cans of beer and other unknown alcohol, particles of half-burned cigarettes, and a cloud of smoke, and amid the chaos is the familiar form of my Mom, crouched on the floor, her back against a sofa, and a full stick of cigarette stuck between her fingers.

In an instant, my body is leaking feelings to the surface as my jaw tightens, and my hands clamp hard around the rucksack on my shoulder. Not again! I thought she stopped when she got married to David!

“Mom,” My voice is barely audible as I try to contain the flood of emotions as she raises the cigarette to her lips but comes to a halt at the sound of my voice.

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