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 fingers laced together, a nickel in each of our pockets.The bubble gum is pink with white paperwrapped around it. When you put it in your mouthand blow, a white puff comes out.You can really believe you're smoking.We walk with the bubble-gum cigarettes between our fingers. Hold them in the airlike the movie stars on TV. We let them danglefrom our mouths and look at each otherthrough slitted eyesthen laugh at how grown-up we can be how beautiful.When my sister sees uspretending to smoke, she shakes her head.That's why Daddy died, she says.
After thatme and Maria peel the paper off,turn our cigarettes into regular bubble gum. After thatthe game is over.
bubble-gum cigarettes
Thats why daddy died
This is a crucial part of the story, which is why I chose this poem to portray it. It shows how doing something could trigger bad memories for a person. Maria and Jacqueline only try to have fun and they never intended to upset anyone. As they pretended to smoke bubble gum cigarettes, it brought back memories to Jacqueline's sister, whose father died from smoking. She was compelled to think about the causes of her father's death. However, they later realized what they should have done differently. The game was finally over, and the bubblegum cigarettes were just used for chewing bubblegum.