Journey to a smile

In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "Journey." To be honest, I don't really remember how it started or how my parents realised that something was wrong. I just remember that at the age of seven or eight I had been to the dentist more times than I would have liked, had enough injections …

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Forever waiting

Waiting rooms. I can't stand them. I spent a better part of twelve years of my life in waiting rooms. Waiting rooms, operating theatres, recovery rooms. I spent so many years waiting. Waiting to see the doctor, waiting to go home, waiting to get better, waiting to recover, waiting to be able to eat again, …

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