Mom and I were sitting on the balcony of her apartment, from which she was about to be kicked out. She had to think what's next. My brother is only 10 years old, and her husband is at war. She is all alone. Her only consolation is this cigarette. She wasn't crying, she wasn't angry or nervous; she was done. At this moment, I couldn't save her. I could just be there for her and support whatever she decided to do. I wish I could be as helpful as this cigarette.