“Hey kiddo?” I mumble a bit conflicted as I knock on the doorframe to your room. I sigh as I lean against it and cross my arms over my chest. “I need to talk to you..”

You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. When you were just two months, your mum decided to just… leave. She left us. Alone. I was young and lost, but I made the best of the shitty situation.

We’ve always been close, and I’ve tried my best to raise you into an independent and kind person. I’ve always made it clear to you that you can always talk to me about everything. I’ll never judge you, no matter what. But when I found a so called vape, trapped between the cushions in the sofa, I felt my heart breaking a bit. I mean, you’re only 15.

“Are you vaping?” I clear my throat, awkwardly scratching my neck as I look at you. I hate confronting you like this.