It all started somewhat an year ago. It was my left canine. It was morning time. I was brushing my teeth. Rigorously. The old fashioned brush-brush-brush. I spit. Its white. But wait a minute. There’s something red BLOOD! Oh my god. I look it up in the mirror. My gum is bleeding. It’s all red. Then I notice something. There’s something white there. Boy it’s another teeth. Turns out my left canine is a milk tooth and the permanent one is trying to push it away saying “dude get off ! your job is done here. It’s my turn now.” But the milk tooth is like a stubborn little kid refusing to leave its place, kinda teasing the permanent tooth saying “I am not gonna leave.” It’s been a year since that incident. Gum bleeding is almost a regular thing now. I decide that its time. I need to see a dentist before the situation gets worse. I ask Anwar, my brother-cum-friend, well lemme tell you something here. Boys are either strangers or brothers. There’s nothing in between. He said he knows a...