this picture I love, it reminds me of my mom. my mother adopted me as a infant and gave me a life I never could have had. she made many mistakes but was amazing and perfect for me. as a kid I looked up to my mom and she'd have her coffee and cigarettes. I would always try to stop her. when I was in fourth grade my mommy passed away. 11month later my father killed himself. at 14 I started smoking because I saw my mom in it. I don't like it, I don't think it's cool. but when I take a drag and taste coffee on my lips, I feel like she's in me. and in this picture I feel like her. I'm a tired mom who gets stressed out and sometimes needs to step away and have my "break" as my mom would call it. no one understands it. but no one has to. because I do. but I wanted to share this and get it off my chest. point is. I miss my mom. but I feel lucky that I am able to have something that brings me close.