Olivia + Braces

          My goodness, I am happy. Olivia, after years, has gotten braces. Right now you're probably pondering why I'm so excited, enraptured, thrilled about this. And it's simple. Olivia's teeth have been something that have bothered her since forever. I guess it all started when she was around the age of four, and the kid down the street told her that she'd "have no friends in school because she bit her bottom lip and her teeth stuck out." Me, being very protective of Olivia, was this close to knocking that kid's teeth out. But I didn't, and I told Olivia that the girl was a liar, liar, (which she was), and told that girl to go home, (which she did). That was the first incident. Then, Olivia lost her baby teeth and (most) of her adult teeth came in. I thought they were cute, but it was true she needed braces. However, since she hadn't lost all her teeth yet, she had to wait. A. Very. Long. Time. Meanwhile, the girl at the pool said she had rabbit teeth, and the boy at church called her buck-tooth face. It was really upsetting for not just her, but me as well. She was MY Olivia, my almost-sister. And the thing was, Olivia's teeth weren't that bad. They really weren't. In fact, I thought, (and I still think), Olivia is the cutest darn thing ever. But I knew she felt bad because she wouldn't smile when people were around her. And kids at school weren't very accepting, and were really mean. Kids were cruel.
        But it's not because of what anyone else thought of her or thinks of her or will think of her, and I don't even care what her teeth look like, I'm happy, 'cause she's happy.