The Best Mother a Daughter Could Ask For

The Best Mother a Daughter Could Ask For

  It was a beautiful July day.  Rhonda was sitting out on her patio enjoying 
her Marlboro Light 100.  She had to hurry up and finish it before her mother 
got home at 5:30.  It was 5:26 according to the clock in the living room, 
which Rhonda could see through the patio door.  Her mother would kill her if 
she caught her smoking, even though Rhonda was stealing them off of her 
mother for nearly eight months now, but her mom didn't seem to notice that 
they were missing.
Suddenly, Rhonda heard the front door open.  Her mother, Mary, was home 
early.  Rhonda hurried and took a triple pump before returning inside.  Mary 
was just walking in the door when she saw Rhonda closing the patio door.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing young lady?" Mary yelled.  "You 
were outside smoking, weren't you?"

Rhonda tried to act like she didn't know what her mother was talking about, 
but then she noticed.  Smoke was still trickling out of her nose from that 
triple pump she had taken.

"Why were you smoking outside?"  Mary seemed furious at her teenage 
daughter.  "Where did you get the cigarette that you were smoking?  You 
better not have stolen it out of my pack!  Gees, first I catch you smoking 
and then stealing!"

Rhonda's eyes filled up with tears.  She ran upstairs into her room.  She 
slammed the door and locked it.  She ran over to the bed, covered her face 
up with a pillow and just started crying.

She thought to herself, "Why can't I smoke?  I like it.  Mom does it, so I 
don't see what all the fuss is about it.  Parents just aren't fair!"


Meanwhile, downstairs Mary was thinking about what happened.  She grabbed 
her pack of Marlboro Light 100s, took one out and lit it.  She decided to go 
upstairs and talk to Rhonda about it.  She got up, grabbed her pack of 
cigarettes, and went up the stairs.

Mary knocked on her daughter's door.  "Rhonda honey, can I come in?  I want 
to talk to you"

"Sure mom."

Mary walked into her daughter's room, lit cigarette in one hand, and her 
pack in the other.  She sat her pack on the desk in the room and sat down on 
the bed.

"Rhonda, how long have you been smoking?" Mary's voice seemed calm and cool, 
so Rhonda picked her head up at looked at her mother.  When she looked up, 
she could see smoke flowing in two streams from Mary's nose.

"About eight months," Rhonda replied.

"And how did you get started and why?"

"I always liked watching you smoke mom," her voice was still recovering from 
crying.  "I always watched you.  I liked watching you take those big drags 
and seeing the look of relief on your face.  I like watching those two 
streams of smoke come out of your nose when you exhale.  Since it looked 
like you like it so much, I thought that maybe I would like it to, so I 
stole a couple cigarettes out of your pack and tried it.  I liked it mom, I 
really did.  So, when you haven't been around, like in another room or 
whatever, I would steal a few cigarettes out of your pack.  I'm really sorry 
mom, I am.  If you don't want me to smoke anymore, I won't."

Rhonda began to cry some more.  Mary sat there, stunned at what she had 
heard.  She couldn't believe that her little girl had started smoking.  She 
started to rub Rhonda's beautiful blonde hair, which was lying on her 
pillow.  She also had noticed that the ash on her cigarette was ready to 
fall off, so she grabbed a clay bowl that Rhonda had made in ceramics class 
of an ashtray.  She stubbed out her cigarette and pulled another two out of 
her pack.

"Rhonda," Mary said.  "Here honey, if you want to smoke, it doesn't look 
like I am going to be able to stop you.  You can have one with me if you 
like, I just want to make sure that you are doing it right."

Rhonda once again picked her head up from her pillow and looked at her 
mother with a puzzled look.  She took the cigarette from her mother's hand 
and after Mary was done with the lighter, she handed it to Rhonda.  Mary 
watched attentively as Rhonda lit up and smoked.  She couldn't believe what 
she was looking at.  Rhonda smoked exactly like her.  She took the same 
cheek hollowing drags, inhaled the same way, and exhaled in the same matter, 
letting the smoke flow out of her nose.

"Well Rhonda, it does look like you know what you are doing," Mary seemed 
proud of her daughter.  "Well I guess I can let you smoke whenever you want. 
Hey let's go out to dinner."

"Oh wow!  Thanks mom!"  Rhonda seemed so excited.  "I have to get ready and 
then we can go." She gave her mom a big hug as she was leaving.



About twenty minutes later, Rhonda was ready.  They jumped into the car, and 
immediately, Mary lit a cigarette.  Then, she reached into her purse and 
gave Rhonda her very own pack.  Rhonda gave her mother another giant hug and 
once again told her how thankful she was.
On the way to the restaurant, each woman smoked 2 cigarettes.  It was about 
a half hour drive.  When they finally reached the restaurant, Rhonda stuck 
her new cigarettes into her purse and her and her mother walked in.

"Smoking or non", the hostess said to the ladies.

"Smoking," Rhonda chimed in.  She seemed so excited.  She had never smoked 
in a public place before, let alone with her mother.

As soon as the two sat down, they both lit up their cigarettes.  They got 
some disapproving looks from some of the older people in the section, but 
neither of them seemed to care.  Mary just sat there and watched her 
daughter smoke.  She still couldn't believe that she was such a good smoker. 
  She just watched Rhonda enjoy her cigarette and she still couldn't believe 
the similarities between mother and daughter in their smoking styles.

"Where did you learn to smoke like that?"  Mary asked.

"From watching you," her daughter replied.  She took a drag from the 
cigarette.  "I told you that I always watched you smoke, and when I decided 
to try it, I thought that it would be a good idea to follow what you do."  
The smoke trailed out of her nose when she was done speaking.
Their dinner arrived shortly and after they were done eating, each lady 
decided to light up an after-dinner cigarette.  Rhonda watched her mother 
light up and then watched as she took a drag and exhaled the smoke from her 
nose.

"Hey mom, why do you always bring the smoke out of your nose?  I rarely ever 
see you bring it out of your mouth."

"Well dear," the smoke shooting out of her mouth and nose as she spoke. "I 
guess its just because I've been smoking for so long, that I don't care if 
it does or not.  I really don't pay much attention to it.  I've noticed that 
you do the same thing.  I haven't seen you bring it out of your mouth once 
today."

"Well mom," she replied, right after she took a drag, "I told you I copied 
your style!"

Both girls laughed and had one more cigarette.  They left the restaurant and 
got into the car where they both immediately lit up.

"Rhonda, I'm going to stop at 7-11 and buy you a carton of your own 
cigarettes so you're not always bumming them off me.  You want the same 
brand as these?"

Rhonda just nodded.  They got to 7-11 and Mary went in and bought the 
cigarettes and a lighter for Rhonda.  Mary walked out with them in her hand 
and gave them to her daughter.  Rhonda hugged her mother again.

"Mom, you're the best mother a daughter could ask for", she said happily.  
"I love you!"

"I love you too dear."