Well my name is Priscila and I personally do not smoke. But my whole family does. I lost my Vovõ (grandpa) last July from cigarette smoking. He had cancer that spread to multiple areas of his body. He completely changed after getting cancer. His body and voice changed. He didn't look like my Vovõ anymore.
I don't want anyone to go through the struggle I had to face by losing my Vovõ so early. He was diagnosed and passed away within a year after.
SUPPOSE THAT YOU AND I were sitting in your living room, chatting for the first time out of school. I sit there looking at you; I avoid making eye contact while I ponder… What do you do behind closed door? I am not referring to the hook ups you have with guys that seemed to be stunning at the time, the ones you look back and throw up a little in your mouth when you think, I did that with him!
My life would never have happened if it wasn't for my Vovo (grandpa).
My grandma was a run away from an indian tribe in Acre. Acre is a state in Northern Brasil, that is in the middle of the Rain Forest. My grandmother was suppose to have an arranged marriage, but decided to go to the city.
