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Mom took me to the this man when I was young. I realize now, he must have been a doctor. I was feeling sad. We were in a sunlit room, I remember that the chairs and tables were low, even though I was small then. Mom left me there. She said she was coming back. There were blocks scattered around the floor, the same kind of wooden blocks we had at home.
The doctor’s face must have been in the light, so I could not see him. Or maybe I never looked at him. I forgot what he looked like or what we talked about. We may have played a game of chess or checkers. Perhaps I was worried about going to school, or lonely for Mom.
I was still sad when Mom and I left.