Telling the Story of Getting My Tooth Pulled

In the end, I, Yoo A-yeon, accomplished the feat of returning from that terrifying dentist's office

with both my wobbly lower and upper teeth neatly pulled out.

Rumble-rumble-.

“A-yeon, how was it? It wasn't as bad as you thought, was it?”

On the way home.

Dad tried talking to me as he drove.

“Mmmmmm-.”

But I couldn't speak because I was biting down hard on the gauze.

“Haha, it's unusual seeing my daughter so quiet.”

“Mmmmmm-!”...