Kishy: Una visita al dentista

The toothache was unbearable. I got out of bed; my mom was still asleep... I started looking through her medicine cabinet for something that might give me some relief...

- What's wrong?

- My tooth hurts...

- I told you I could take you to the dentist...

- No!! I already found something... Ketorolac... Will that work for me?

- I think so... I don't really know...

- If it works, it says it's for pain...

- Okay, take it and go to sleep—you have a test tomorrow...

I hadn’t been able to study or concentrate because of the pain. The next morning, when my mom came to wake me up, she looked at my face...

- Kishy, did you sleep badly?

- A little...

- Come on, get dressed...

- Oh, Mom, I’m going to do badly on the test. Can I stay here?

- Who said I was going to take you to school?

- Then where am I going?

- Just get dressed!

- No!!! Mom, no!! Please!!

- I’m sorry, but you’ll just end up feeling worse for longer...

When we got to the clinic, I was furious with my mom. If there was one thing I was afraid of, it was dentists...

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