She stood in front of the window, smoking the same cigarette as her father. The sunset outlined her silhouette. The sun set, and the smoke blurred her face. She said to me: "I have saved my whole life of luck to get you back. Just smile." This was the last thing she said to me. +++++The author is a senior in high school, so updates may be discontinued.
Intention: I just want to write a miserable story