A visit to a denstist

I never had problem with my teeth, a had a good bite , good teeth alignment et cetera leading to a good smile...dont ask how do I know I have a good smile becoz I have 2 mirrors in my bedroom + 3 in the bathroom ( reserve your comments for that one .ak!) Notice that I am using the past tense.

Well, then something went wrong , I should start with "one day", you can fit it for yourself at the beginning of the sentence , story continues......maybe I became too chewy when I grew up ( ke sa raye gore ke rata go ja...go ja ga nthata), well that might not be true...its just that for all challenges I encountered eating required less of my maths skills.

The smillest people, pseudo-happiest ( I might have to careful about my English while I am close to the North Pole, they might want me to write Toefel again) are at the dentist office. I felt like its a reunion of friends from one undated era....no no no....thoose smiles was a resevoir for my pain.

Not that I have problem with those guys, I even liked talking to the ladies at the front desk...mmmmn, the bad news: I could not smile back when I was walking out, maybe I should say I tried....I believe you know why!