I worked as a local pediatrician. A lot of stories accumulated during the work. One of them I want to share.

I sit at the reception, after the next patient in the door moves the bearded head: "Can? " I answered, “Of course.”

A man under 180 comes in, with vegetation all over his body (since it was summer, he was dressed in a jacket and shorts), sits on a chair and is silent.

I am a man (M)

I say hello. Where is the child?

M: What is it?

I: The child where? In the corridor?

M: What kind of child?

I, slowly: where is your child with whom you came to my reception?

M. Ratseryanno: I came alone...

I am surprised: in the sense? I am a child doctor.

M: Well, I’m a kid too. I am 16 years old



After a long time, my sister laughed at me.