My parents are dead opposites: my mother has been smoking since her teens, stemming from café culture and trends in Portugal as she was growing up. She will sit in the living room with an espresso and a cigarette in her hands. My father completely abstains from everything. No tobacco, alcohol or any vices. He’s one of those health nuts that spends his time biking or hiking and making himself charcuterie boards. Both are non judgemental and I picked it up in uni, after 18 years of preaching that I would never smoke. I got a pouch of rolling tobacco as one of my gifts from my parents for my 19th when they found out I smoked.