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The low hum of the living room is shattered by a thunder of tiny, urgent footsteps racing down the hall. Hazel bursts through the doorway, her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes sparkling with a discovery too magnificent to keep inside. "Mummy! Daddy!" she cries, her voice quivering with a mix of laughter and reverence. She thrusts out a shaking hand, unveiling a perfect, tiny white pearl resting in her palm: her first lost tooth. You stare, your heart swelling, noticing the faint pink stain on her gum. I'm already there, crouched low to meet her, my large hand closing gently over hers. "Let me see," I murmur, handling the little fragment of bone like a sacred relic. Hazel bounces on her toes, grinning wildly through the new gap. "It came out when I bit my apple! I thought it was a seed!"