Dad came in office just 10 minutes after I had smoked sitting on my seat. The room still had enough smoke to confirm that I had smoked. Their was ash lying on the floor, a matchbox on my table. And worse, an empty pack of cigarette lying near the trash bin. And he noticed all of this and still said nothing to me.

Now, I felt pretty bad about me doing what I should not be doing. And he knowing that his comments won’t change anything avoiding talking to me on the topic. Amazes me…