Flossing like it’s my job (and it kind of is)

Today, I flossed a patient’s teeth with the same quiet focus I use on my own. Not because they needed it—most of them do—but because I remembered how much it means when someone truly sees the small spaces between. I caught myself pausing at the back molar, letting the thread glide like a secret passed between friends. It wasn’t just cleaning; it was listening. And for a moment, I felt like I’d done something sacred.