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My father has been a man who takes care of his health, and he has also taken care of ours, placing us before him in many occasions. Every year he makes sure that we are healthy and we all have a full medical exam and surprisingly, despite his ugly habit, he is one of the healthiest members of my family. He is also a very responsible man, who always wants to do things right. However there is one thing that he might not care about, this one thing that is a vice and that he is not able to leave behind. This small and finely cut cylinders, which he always carry around; his cigarettes, his old-friends and his stress relievers in times of need, but most important they are something that he can’t leave behind. Carrying them everywhere he goes, keeping several packs on the trunk of his car and buying what seems to me as a lifetime supply of cigarettes every time we go on a trip, this companions have always followed us everywhere we go. They have been with him during important and special events, like a job promotion or parties, but also during sad ones, like a funeral or when we said good-bye the last time we saw each other. This cigarettes, that when ignited can cause so much damage, only give him some kind of relief, and even though he is aware or the awful consequences that this habit might bring and despite of the package telling him not to do so, there he is lighting one again, and again, again. I am unable to remember a day in which my father didn’t smoke, even one time when he was in the hospital he requested the nurse to let him do it, and so he did. A lot of people only have this habit when they are at parties or when the weather makes them want to, but my dad, even on the hottest days of the summer or on the rainiest day of the year, he goes out and ignites one. As I said before, a day can’t go by without him smoking a cigarette, which is why when I think of this thing, this small but dangerous thing, I also picture my dad, holding a cigarette on his hand, but not in a bad or sad way, simply because it is something he often has.