“Mom, Mom, Mom! Greg fell down, he fell off his skateboard. There’s blood all over the place. Come, hurry, quick”.

I run to the large regional park by our house in St.Paul.

“Get the car”, I called to my husband.

My husband comes in the car while I am running my fingers over the sidewalk, trying to find the tooth that was knocked out. At the hospital ER, Greg is screaming,

“It hurts, mama”. I tried to calm him by rubbing his little back.

On the way home, I realize I am barefoot and still holding the small white tooth in my palm.