You can buy a box of bubble-gum cigarettes for a dime at the bodega around the corner. Sometimes, Maria and I walk there, our fringers laced togther, a nickel in each of our pockets. The bubble gum in pink with white paper wrapped around it. When you put it in your mouth and blow, a white puff comes out. You can really believe you're smoking. When we talk with the bubble-gum cigarattes between our fingers. Hold them in the air like the movie stars on TV. We let them dangle from our mouths and look at each other through slitted eyes then laugh at how grown-up we can be how beautiful. When my sister sees us pretending to smoke, she shakes her head. That's why Daddy died, she says. After that me and Maria peel the paper off, turn our cigarettes into regular bubble gum. After that the game is over.
bubble-gum cigarettes
Bubble gum cirgarettes is what I chose because when I read it something stood out to me. For some reason I remembered bubble gum cigarettes because I thought that it was the most memorable. I can relate to bubble gum cigarettes because my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer from smoking. And that is also what happened to daddy. Luckily she didn't pass away but I remember that poem for that reason. I relate to this because my family doesn't smoke for that reason and that is why Odella doesn't like when Maria and Jacquline pretend.