For love of a daughter

I had two driving desires that motivated me to quit. First, I felt rotten. Withdrawal couldn’t make me feel any worse. Second, I hated leaving my daughter (a toddler at the time) even for a few minutes just so I could go out on the patio and smoke. I was hopelessly in love with that little girl (she’s almost 13 now and I still am). Selling out her childhood nine minutes at a time, twenty times a day was more than I could take.