I remember when I first lost my first tooth that it was a cloudy day. I was standing by the gate, and staring at the sky with a string from my mouth. Being too afraid to visit the dentist, my traditional parents did the traditional thing of tying my very shaky tooth to a string. The other end was tied to the grilles of the gate and with one fast motion, my Daddy pulled open the gate and I remembered wailing like a little baby. Luckily, my Daddy was there to comfort me and gave me a cotton wool to bite on.
The evening then saw showers and a nice balmy night for sleeping (without a threatening tooth). Now, I still look at the clouds and think of that day (aka my 1st experience of extracting a tooth).
I wish it will rain soon…
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