Fifteen minutes after school I walked toward the waiting area of the dental office where my father works. My goal was to sneak a peek at the new receptionist he told me they recently hired. The office had gone through its fair share of receptionists so being an inquisitive 4th grader I just had to see for myself. I was getting quite good at predicting how long they would stay just by looking at them.

I quietly poked my head around the corner and peered at a grumpy looking short old lady sitting behind the polished, brown desk. I was standing there balanced shakily on one foot looking at her when I was caught. She turned quickly and I found my scared, wide brown eyes locked with a pair of cloudy, blue ones. I stood there expecting horns to sprout from each side of her head and for...