@Xzeon
A Smoker's Daughter *I am a daughter of a miner and a smoker.* The moment I had developed a better understanding of my surroundings, I had known my dad as one. I always saw him slicing something similar to a chocolate bar with his iron knife, a knife that can't be seen in any department store. He would slice it finely near our window. Later, he will get his small thick plastic bag and let out a newspaper and would tear it nicely into rectangle shapes. The sound of the…