The Dentist Is Scary

Because of my wobbly tooth, I could no longer speak as clearly and confidently as I usually did.

Especially.

I felt a little more cautious with the ㅅ and ㅆ sounds, where the tip of my tongue lightly touched my lower teeth.

“Hello, unni and oppa-. We’ll start calculus now…”

Murmur-murmur- Bustle-bustle-.

“Doesn’t the professor’s pronunciation sound a little strange?”

“Yeah. How should I put it? It sounds like there’s a slight leak.”

“Nah, it’s probably just your imagination.”

The older students noticed something subtly strange in my pronunciation and whispered among themselves.

Only Mom, who had been quietly listening from the back, knew the truth about my pronunciation and merely giggled, tee-hee-...