I sat down beside her.
“But Martha, if that’s what happened, why do you still smoke around the children?”
She remained silent for a long time.
“Because I’ve been weak, Sarah. Every time I tried to quit, I started again. But a month ago, Jack said something that changed everything.”
My son stepped forward and took his grandmother’s hand.
“I told Grandma I didn’t want her to leave us too soon.”
Martha began to cry.
“That day, we decided we would fight my bad habit together. But the children made one condition. We had to count every little victory.”
I looked at the open boxes.
“And those cigarette packs?”
Emma spoke for the first time.
“Mom, they represent the packs Grandma didn’t buy. Every time she managed not to smoke, we’d take one of her old empty packs, put it in the box, and write ‘We won!’ on it.”