She Only Asked for One More Doll
It was just another afternoon. The clinic was settling down. The rush of patients had slowed, the noise had faded, and there was a calmness in the air. My mind had started to relax—finally—when she walked in. She was quiet. Almost unsure of herself. She held an X-ray in her hand and walked up to the doctor sitting beside me. I had just seen off my last patient, and I was just watching now. But the moment I saw her, I was drawn in. She looked so young—maybe in her early 20s. Slim, dark brown sk
Dr. Nalayini Jegathesan
