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So as I sit in my room, I smell smoke. Cigarette smoke. I jump up off my bed. my arms feel surprisingly light. I walk over to the front of the house where my Nana's bed is at the moment because her bedroom floor is being refinished. I say " That's it! I smell smoke. He is leaving. NOW!"

Throw on my shoes and stomp down the stairs into the basement. Go over to the couch where my 6'6 cousin is lying. Curled up into a tiny fetal position. He looks up at me. all blurry eyed and out of it. Coming down off of the drugs. "Yeah" he says.

"ARE you SMOKING MAN?" I ask. he looks down at his relight smoke on the coffee table and says "ya Just in the bathroom."

" What do you think your doing? You know I can smell it up in my room? Nana's sick, you shouldn't be smoking in the house!"

"I'm sorry.I fucked up."

"Ya so? What the hell do you think your doing? Showing up here at ten thirty at night? it's the middle of the night for NANA. SHE'S 75 years old!!!!!!"

"I know."

"You came here the other night unannounced, not even calling, walking her up? You can't do that."

"I know. I am sorry."

"Don't give me that shit."

" I know. I am sorry."

" No. I don't think you do know!!"

" I am sorry. I didn't mean to piss you off." he got up cleaned up his mess." I am really sorry." he said one last time. I followed him up the stairs. Threw his coat at him he dropped. Watched him put down his plate. then slip on his shoes and walk out of the door. I shut it locked it then looked over at My Nana and said " Problem solved."

She got up and made a cup of tea. Started crying cause he is out on the streets and feels bad. I told her it's for his own good and that I was just stopping him from walking all over her. She knew that and thanked me. "Thanks for sticking up for me."

"Anytime Nana."

The last 7 months of my life have been...... something.

I am usually passive.

But I can't stand by idle anymore.

Just gotta stay Head strong.

Which I have learned to do very well.