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My dad always has his cigarettes with him everywhere he goes, cigarettes in the house, in his car, office, bathroom, everywhere. This disgusting cigarette has been my dad´s loyal partner before I was born. I can´t understand why he´s so addicted to it. When I was little, I thought that his pack of cigarette was magical, since it never ended, because I never during my life saw him buying his cigarette. Each day, I see him smoking at least 3 cigarettes, but just because I only see him after 8 PM. When he comes back home from his office, the flower-like smell turns into a trash-being-burn smell. My sister and I, even my mother keeps a distance of him, because of that pesticide smell. Sometimes I see him just like big walking cigarette, because even without smoking a cigarette, he already had that smell. It seems like the cigarette is cursing my dad and all his possessions. Everything he touches for more than 3-5 minutes, that item is possessed by the cockroach-killer smell. So in order to stop all this madness, I tried to exorcize my dad from the devil cigarette. I stole his pack of cigarettes and replace the cigarettes for half-cut pencils. Soon after he took the pack and left the house, in less than a second, there was a phone call from my dad shouting so loud and mad, just like a mother giving light to her twin babies. After that day, the exorcist has been canceled, with my hands all red by the hits with his famous and scary stick called “정신봉” (Jong Shin Bong), which means more or like “Spirit breaking rod” or “Get a grip rod”. It seems that my dad is never going stop smoking. After my aunt’s death by cancer, my dad promised our family that he will stop smoking. We were glad that he made such a good decision, but after 3 days, he couldn´t hold it and broke our promise. My family was not surprised at all, since this was going to be the fifth time he broke his promise. I hated my dad for his cigarettes, and never wanted to talk with him, since his mouth stinks even worse than the cigarettes. Until one day, my mother told me that I had a big brother before, but he died 6 month after he was born, and that was the cause that my dad started to smoke, in order to forget about it. I felt sorry for hating him, and not talking to him for almost 1 entire year. I hope that he could stop his addictiveness of the cigarettes, and get healthy. If not, I might have to re-open the exorcism plan.