There is also something wrong when you walk in and all of the dentists know you, your brother, and your mom by name.
And when the ladies come up and hug you and tell you how big and beautiful you’ve become.
And when the doctor himself gives you a hug.
And when one lady introduces you to some of the new ladies and says, “Anne has grown up here!”
And when one lady shows you YouTube videos of her son singing.
And when they all gather around to show pictures of you and your teeth from two thousand and FOUR.
And when at the end of this nice little reunion, they say that your front tooth is crooked.
And that you’ll need braces again.
And No, you won’t have to do the lip bumper, the rubber bands, the tongue thruster, or the expander again. Just braces.
Braces in college.
Braces when you’re eighteen years old.
Braces when kissing boys is fun.
Braces when you talk to professors all day.