Little did I know that the thing I am being happy for would land me up to the doctor. I remember when I knew for the first time that I'm 6 years old. I said this to my friend who was probably around 7-8 at that time and was loosing her milk teeth. I was playing on the terrace of my house, it was a cloudy day. The sky was darker for the afternoon time. Cold breeze was brushing against my cheeks and making my two little plaits dance along with it and I was shouting to my friend, " I have strong teeth, I am not shedding any like you."
Only to realize later that I am the one who is abnormal to not have shed a single milk tooth. Later, I came to know that I do not have the lower middle incisors for permanent teeth.
But I'm surviving with gaping teeth and still have one milk tooth which never shed!