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.
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