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.