14 again

Today I went to my orthodontist, wearing jeans and a singlet, carrying a bag that looked more like a school bag than a nappy bag, waiting for my mum to park the car and bring my baby. The waiting room was exactly the same, down to the magazines piled on the table and the radio playing in the begins the counter. It must be all the natural lighting because it still felt new.

I waited patiently behind a dad and his daughter and giggled inside. Because just like her, I too got a lift with my mum who would be accompanying me on my appointment. I was 14 again, except the baby part 🙂

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