This morning my Dear Daughter (DD) had an appointment to have a cavity filled at the dentist. What began as nervous reluctance last week at the check up grew into a sharp-toothed, rabid, enormous, ferocious dragon of fear this morning. The anger, tears, and locked doors were ways my poor DD tried to cope with this dragon of hers, but what I couldn’t help but notice was her body. The tired slowness of the morning blossomed into the happy chatter that often accompanies breakfast. And that flower which had turned towards the day and began to open crumpled with the news of this morning’s task.
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