Of embarrassment 

They nagged me, asked me why I didn’t speak. 

“Are you angry? Or are you sad?”

“Come on. Speak to us,” they said. 

They drew conclusions as to why I was silent; why I didn’t voice my thoughts. 

But embarrassment wasn’t on their list. 

Finally when I couldn’t take it anymore, I opened my mouth and showed them the black hole where my front tooth had fallen off. 

And while I was embarrassed, they laughed their asses off. 

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