Courtesy of Theresa Siller.
I remember the evening well. My family, along with my mother, was enjoying buttery breadsticks and delicious salads at Olive Garden, awaiting our entrées. We treated ourselves to this special outing, prior to our youngest daughter, then 11, facing kidney surgery the next day. Just as the chicken marsala and the linguine arrived, my mom's front tooth fell out. We quickly placed it into a protective baggie, but I knew I wouldn't be able to address her need for dentistry the following day, since my husband and I would be at the hospital, providing comfort to our nervous tween.
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