The doctor

Good afternoon!
I can’t remember well the last time I went to a doctor for me, so I’m going to tell you the last thing I remember about it. It was for one of my little sisters, so my father, Sofia and I went to the pediatrician.
The office was on the third floor. The waiting room was small, so in spite of there were nothing else than five women with their children, it seemed a little crowded. The babies were in a small game place on the floor, where it was some toys between the chairs. A girl told us that we had to wait for around 20 minutes, so in the meantime I went for food for us and my father stayed with Sofia.

When I came back we just had to wait a little more and we could finally get in. The doctor looked nice, he was around 45-50 years old. The office was clean, modern, big, neat and light. There was a little black couch near the door, an open window in the background facing the street, a gurney on the left of the room and his desk with a big computer screen was in the right.
He saluted and asked us to sit down. He was very polite. My father told him why were we taking Sofia and he listened attentively. He examined Sofia and asked my dad some more questions. After that he told us what the problem might be and he prescribed a couple of medications.

Finally, he gave a candy to my sister, and we said good bye.