Grandma's Teeth

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When the nurse asked if you had dentures, half your face frowned.

I squeezed your hand and told her that you still had all of your teeth--except for two.

You lost those at seven, when untied shoes took your balance and your two front teeth.

But your father, a dentist, saved your smile.

The nurse nodded when I finished explaining.

You squeezed my hand. Tears rolled down your cheeks and mine.

Yes, I remembered.

That was our last conversation.

Created: Jul 20, 2012

Tags: non-fiction, story

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