My daughter was complaining about this thing for a whole day long.
"Honey, what does your throat feel like?"
"It feels like there is a bunch of needles inside it"
I took an LED pen and tried to know what to do.
"Open your mouth honey"
She opened her mouth wide, wide enough for me to see her throat clearly.
There was some strands of hair.
I couldn't say a thing.
"Honey, Just close your eyes. Okay?"
I could see her face, hesitated. "Ok..."
I tried to pull it but it was kinda stuck. So I put some of my finger deeper into her throat. Pulled it as hard as I could.
Now here I am, crying in front of my daughter's locked bedroom,
furiously calling 911 with a bundle of hair that still connected with some part of what I assume is my daughter's scalp on my hand and a shotgun beside me.
I hope the door is strong enough to keep that thing inside.