Please welcome my 13yo daughter’s first ever guest post. She took the pictures too.
My little brother’s tooth finally fell out today. I made him a box to put it in, which was supposed to be an envelope, except I forgot how to make them. I still remember some of my teeth that fell out. I was told, as all children, that if I put the tooth under my pillow, I would get a present from the Tooth Fairy. It worked the first time. The second time, however, something went wrong. I wouldn’t go to bed without an envelope for my tooth, insisting the Tooth Fairy wouldn’t come if the tooth had no envelope. In the end, my mother convinced me it didn’t care and I went to sleep very worried. In the morning it turned out I was right: the tooth was still there, and there was no present! I wasn’t very happy.
A couple of years later, I tested my parents. I lost a tooth and hid it under my pillow, without telling anyone. I had outgrown the envelope by then. The Tooth Fairy didn’t come. After a week, I told my parents. My mother told me that there was no Tooth Fairy, but my father insisted that it still existed. The next morning, of course, the Tooth Fairy came. But it was too late. I didn’t believe in them anymore.
Now you know who are the cynical ones in the family.