My mother was a gentle soul. In her best disciplinary voice, a whisper at most, used one time during my teenage years, she said, "Bill, I wish you would not smoke -- it's bad for you."
Mom was determined to get me to quit smoking and even took me to a smoking cessation class at the local hospital. She was smoker as well. Her cigarette of choice was Kent, the Asbestos-filtered cigarette once promoted and demonstrated at a Convention of the American Medical Association.