Out to see a doctor

Wearing a red petite gown and a black hat, Mrs. Ellen looked perfect.

Giselle simply wore a blue gown and slippers holding her mother by her hand and they chatted on their way out of the compound.

"Hello, Mr. Mi. How do you do?" She greeted her neighbour, hugging him shortly.

"I am doing well, thank you. How are you Mrs. Jones?" He asked her.

"I am doing well, thank you."

*I see you are on your way out," he said and patted Giselle.

"Good morning, sir," Giselle greeted the man finally.

"How are you feeling today?" He asked.

"Fine, thank you," she smiled at him and looked at Ellen holding her by her hand.

"We should be on our way, we are almost late. Tye might see us at a late hour," Ellen said and they moved out from the compound.

"Six streets from this street," she explained to the taxi driver she halted. "How much?"

"Six streets," the old man repeated, making calculations.

The price was negotiated and they hopped in to move to the hospital.

"Mum, I forgot my bow band," Giselle compla