Roots

 Having a soccer ball at my feet since I was able to walk doesn’t mean much except those memories being capable of connecting me to my roots. “We received approval for your root canal…” she said. Somewhere along the way, I was like a weed without direction, waiting for the wind to carry me away so I wouldn’t be in a place where I was unwanted. “Thank you so much.” I replied. Open the channel connected to my roots so I can start over again and grow like a tree. It’s all in your head, I tell myself. Yes, our teeth, they’re all in our head.