I had a sore throat and a fever. At eight, that meant, no school!
I was happy, but my mother insisted father take me to a doctor.
We went to see a doctor who was my father’s friend.
He had a ‘clinic’ near our house, which was always empty. The room had a desk and three chairs. On the desk were some bottles full of candy-balls in different colours.
“What stocks are doing well?” father said.
“Invest in metals, the property market is also doing well,” said the doctor.
They discussed the stock market for an hour.
Father thanked him, and on the way out said,” He has a sore throat.”
“Gargle with salt water, eat warm food, ” the doctor said.
He gave me a few candy balls of each colour.
I liked the doctor and his treatment method.