Spring returns to the earth, everything recovers, and my mouth "sprouts" with white teeth.
People used to call me "tooth dropping". I'm looking forward to those small teeth growing up soon, so that I can no longer be the "tooth dropping". That's a good thing! It's like rice doesn't fall out of the teeth, words don't leak...... I saw my little teeth in the mirror. I touched my little teeth gently with my hand. It was so slippery. My tongue was itchy when I licked them.
Thank you for my lovely little teeth. I hope they will grow up soon!