Amazing Kids! Magazine

The Dentist

By Ruby M. Vazquez, age 15, California

 

It was a regular Sunday morning. My dad was off from work so he decided to take me and my brother out to eat. We went to this Mexican restaurant by our dentist called Tacos Jalisco. I remember once, long ago when we had just moved here and I was deep in my Disney channel stage, my mom took me there after her appointment. I had ordered two tacos of carne asada. On my first bite I felt a sort of crunch and gave out a shriek. My mom with concern asked me what was going on, although I knew as much as she did. I held my mouth open – scared that if I closed it I would feel something nasty inside. My mom looked inside where the half chewed taco was and told me to come with her. As she guided me to the dentist, I started to panic. What had happened when I bit into that taco?

With my mouth still opened I listened to the chit-chat of the adults. The dentist had a smile on his face accepting the gratitude of my mom as he told her there would be no charge. The door opened and a nurse motioned for me to come in. I looked at my mom for reassurance and followed the nurse. I was hoping they wouldn’t ask me to spit out my taco because I still didn’t want to feel around my mouth for the object that made me so scared to close my mouth. Dreadfully I heard the words to throw out the food I had in my mouth and sit in the fancy chair, right after the dentist came in. He was Asian, tall with dark black hair and a bald spot. He isn’t scary. He isn’t going to cause me any pain or trauma, were thoughts of mine. He spoke with a heavy accent, but I still understood what he was saying.

“How are you Ruby? Your mom said your tooth was hurting and asked me to take a look. Can you open wide for me?”

I listened and opened my mouth slightly wider than it already was. He set a bright light above which made me close my eyes. My mom was right behind me. Then I felt something minty go into my mouth and make it numb around the area where I felt the crunch. I could feel him poking at the spot and then I felt a very slight yank with no pain at all. Just like that it was over, a lose tooth was hanging from my gums a second ago and now I had no tooth there. I finally had the courage to let my tongue poke around at the spot. It was squishy but soft. We thanked the dentist and went back to the restaurant where we took our food to go.

Now almost 9 years later I am back again, the plaza so normal to me that it was almost homelike. I was full from the breakfast I devoured and was now on my way out. My brother and dad in front me, I got to the door and could already see the dentist in front of me. Then I saw a woman on my left walking my way. I stayed where I was and gladly held the door open. When she saw me she said, “Oh no! I am so sorry I walk so slowly.” I laughed and said it was fine. The stranger made me happy for some reason.

You get to know yourself little by little. Every day is a new experience for you either to enjoy or hate. I learned it made me happy to be nice. I also remember how much I’ve grown since I was little – what things I used to be so afraid of and things I use to love. I look back and smile at the memories of who I was and at the memories that made me who I am.