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I have a 42-year-old father. He is not tall but kind. But he has a bad habit — smoking. He smokes so m that I can't describe him with words. He is really a true smoker.
One day, I said to my father, “It's bad for your health to s too much. You must give up smoking.” Then I showed him some books in which there are some articles about s smoking. I watched my father's face, with smiling eyes. But it seemed n would happen. He just said, “My son, you are the best boy. But it is impossible for me to stop smoking.” With these w, he took out another cigarette from his pocket and started it with his match. It made me a little a. My mother and I made some rules that he mustn't smoke in the rooms. But it was no use. He smoked o. How disappointed we were!
Last year I came to study in a middle school in the center of the city and lived here. I n more money. One day, my father came to see me, with lots of food and money. H this time I didn't see him smoke here. My mother said, “Your father wants you to learn more knowledge and eat better. He has g up smoking.” When I heard my mother's words, I was very happy with tears on my face.
This is my great father, the best father in the world.
