Later, already in another office, everything became clear. It was not “age” and not “baby teeth.” It turned out that the tooth had been broken by a violent blow. And it was my husband who had done it, supposedly because our daughter had behaved badly.

The remaining part of the tooth had splintered and lodged deep in the gum, where a slow, agonizing, and destructive inflammatory process had begun. The pain that prevented my daughter from eating and sleeping was the result of that blow.

When the truth came out, I found it hard to breathe. Every detail came together into a terrifying picture that made you want to scream.