Due appointment with the gynaecologist

 

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.

The rest of the day was normal. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking.

After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom,

“Mommy, where’s my washcloth?”

I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

She replied,…“No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.”

I’ll NEVER going back to that doctor ever!