I took a deep breath
I knew I was nearing my death
I closed my eyes
And tried to think about my mom’s advice
A lady with curly hair came near me
And I tried to give her a feeble plea
But she just nodded her head
And pushed up my bed
With a needle she neared me
And I screamed as loud as I could
Even though I knew it would do me no good
A minute or so I cried
Then with watery eyes I sighed
The dentist moved away with a smile
At last my tooth was pulled out!


(written on my first trip to dentist)

sania harris

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