When I was about six years old, I lost one of my teeth. I was so excited that the Tooth Fairy was going to visit me and give me money. I told my mom about my lost tooth and she smiled.
That night, my mom snuck into my room when I was asleep and took my tooth. The only problem was, she forgot to leave money under my pillow in return.
When I woke up the next morning, I looked everywhere for the money. In the end, I was devastated- the Tooth Fairy had stolen my tooth. I told my mom about the incident, heartbroken and outraged. She assured me over and over that the Tooth Fairy would probably realize her mistake and come back the next night.So when I went to bed, my mom snuck in once more in the middle of the night and corrected the "Tooth Fairy's" mistake.
When I awoke the next morning, I sat up and rubbed my eyes before looking around sleepily. Suddenly, my eyes widened and a toothy grin (with the exception of my missing tooth, of course) broke out on my face. Glitter covered my bedspread and my hair.
I then stood up on my bed and lifted my pillow up. Low and behold, a small mound of change was beneath it. There was also one other thing. A small note of apology from the Tooth Fairy sat beside the money. Back then , I thought I was pretty special to get fairy dust, a note, AND extra money for one of my baby teeth.
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