I couldn't look in the mirror without constant shame and blame
Suddenly, she steps out of the bus stop in front of me. I jerk to the right to avoid her, but she takes a step back and I trip over her foot. Slam! I hear a sickening crack. The taste of blood fills my mouth.
You know how some people’s teeth are hardly noticeable, while some people are very toothy? I’m one of those toothy people. When I smile, you see lots of teeth.
“Malka laughs with her whole mouth,” my mother likes to say.
As a kid, I had perfect teeth — white, shiny, straight, gorgeous teeth. Adults, even strangers, used to compliment me on my teeth all the time.
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