I was not happy with Laura’s choice to smoke cigarettes.

My baby, the one I had nurtured, filled her perfect lungs with nicotine. In my eyes, she was damaging herself.

We ran an open house for her friends. They came before a night out, shared drinks, then returned with Laura to sleep over. I encouraged this, bring my baby home safely with others, not let her wander the dark streets alone.

Was I over protective? Yes I was, and I knew it. But, we are who we are. Laura was my precious cargo, outside in the greedy hands of night.

One evening after her friends arrived, I walked past the hall window and saw Laura in her car, with friends smoking. I was furious.

I cut pictures from magazines: diseased lungs, health warnings, blackened teeth. I stuck the images over her dressing table mirror. The next day she ripped them off.

We compromised: cigarettes stayed, but at a distance from me.

Years later: she would walk five steps behind me in the street to spark up a fag, a roll up at that.

Now I wish that was all I had to worry about.

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I am the mother of two adult daughters, both much loved and cared for. The eldest thought she could handle social drinking and party drugs, she could not. There is a journey addicts relate to - their journey. As a mother I have healed through the written word. This is my journey.

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