That was when I knew, my parents aren't going to be happy about this. I was soothed, pain-free. The tools felt like toothpicks crawling inside the textures in my tooth. I secretly let out sign of relief. "Brushing your teeth every time you eat sweets," the dentist said. Those words haunted my mind for the rest of day.
I sauntered out of the room and entered the waiting room. Behind the counter, the dentist informed what happened. My parents showed a quite frustration. "But you brushed your thoroughly," Mom spoke dismissively. "Sweet and brushing aren't the only reasons." I replied. We drove straight back to home.
Yes it was no exception that I listened to the advice. I learned to be mindful about my food habits. My lips curved a shape of a down parenthesis ( . I glanced at the debris cluttered on the street outside the window. I don't desire to have a tooth decay. No rotten teeth in the trash, please.