A broken tooth offers a rare gift… we’re on our way home from the dentist …me and her, walking side by side…a time to check in…..catch up..

Daughter: My friends said you’re really nice…

A smile begins at the top of my head…travels down to my feet….

Daughter: They said you’re funny…

I’ve passed an exam I didn’t even know I was taking…and come out with an A…

Daughter: And you look young…

An A*…

We walk a few yards along our street …in an easy, comfortable silence …I open the front gate, rummage around in my bag for my keys…

Daughter: They also said… 

I’m grinning from ear to ear… 

Daughter: That you’ve got …

….class ? …style ? …something special ?…

Daughter: A ‘resting bitch’ face…