Went to the school and as they sent for Trin. She looked so pitiful when she came out, however, she was not crying. I said let me see Boo and when she opened her mouth I almost fainted. There on the inside of her bottom front teeth was some kind of metal device that looked like the sharp split tongue of a snake. It looked like it would absolutelty shred her toung into a million pieces. I knew that Trin had what is called an open bite and needed tongue thrust therapy that involved some kind of appratus placed in the mouth. I gave her the tylenol and hugged her several times asking if she was in a lot of pain. She said and pointed to the back tooth and said the the front didn't hurt that bad. After a few more hugs I left and went to my car that was parked directly in the front door of the school. I felt the tears start to rise up and I just sat there and cried for a few minutes. I thought, Denistry is still so barbaric. There should be an easier way. It reminded me of all the bad experiences I've had at the hands of dentists.
So I went home. Later her mother called and said that the school had called and said that Trin was still in some pain and that she would pick her up, bring her to my house and return to work. When they arrived, Trinity looked fine and was eating french fries and drinking a soda. But my heart still ached for her. It seems that her older sister, always had it easier on every thing, even with the braces. I started to understand why her parents seemed to favor her so much more than Bree.