I have wondered all day what to post for this week's Sunday Scribblings prompt: Raw. Then it came suddenly this afternoon when my daughter called out "Mum".
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'Mum', came the call from the lounge room. I sensed the urgency in her voice.
'What is it? What is it?' I called back as I moved somewhat wearily from the bedroom where I was trying to get a few minutes rest.
She greeted me with a new, slightly different smile and a flat hand, proudly presenting a tiny white tooth.
'Wow! Your tooth came out'.
'Yeah'.
Promptly she pulled her lip down to expose the red, raw gum surrounding a tiny speck of white.
'And the new one is coming through already. It was time'.
'Yeah'.
Tissue dabbing and tooth placed in a cup of water and the latest wobbly tooth saga is over. It is once again possible to crunch into a raw apple. A small pleasure she has missed of late.