Every time I lost a tooth, the following night I would carefully place it underneath my pillow, right in the very center of the bed so it wouldn’t slip and fall. You told me to do so and you I trusted above all. The following morning, as expected, I would find a bright shiny coin in its place. You told me the Tooth Fairy had placed it there and I believed you.
One afternoon I was playing in your closet when I came across a big black bag hidden at the very back. Out of curiosity I unzipped it. Almost instantly I slapped my hands to my mouth, muffling my scream. There lay the Tooth Fairy, battered and bruised, cold as death. It was at that moment doubt and disappointment had begun to settle in my soul in regards to you. My last milk tooth had been loose for a little over a weak. With all the anger my small body could muster I yanked it out. I went downstairs to show it to you and you seemed pleased. That night I waited and you came. As you reached underneath my pillow I caught your arm and said: “It’s not by killing my heroes that you will become one in my eyes”. I let go of your arm, rolled over and fell asleep.
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