Children as firewood

Apparently, I have developed asthmatic bronchitis again, and I’m finding

myself taking several (Three) medications to ensure that I get better this time. I woke up late yesterday as my appointment was at 10, deciding to go to work afterwards. The office was new white with infants walking, smiling and collapsing to the short carpeting as their mothers and fathers looked on making the ‘uh oh’ face. There I sat as the only adult to be seeing the pediatrician, a friends’ dad. It was truly a proud day, or some junk.