Chapter 80 Hendrix Is Here

• My head was throbbing after hours of lectures and lessons. To say the pediatrician was livid was an understatement. The tongue lashing I received was well deserved. My child was malnutritioned, and unvaccinated. She even asked if I hit him, if I ever abused my son. I shivered even recalling the question.
• “If it were up to me, I would be calling social child services.” She had spat out before leaving after packing her gear away.
• She had thrown me one last dirty look, pushing her large glasses up her nose then marched out. The nurse in the room had just been as stiff as I was. I did not deserve to cry over it and make myself a victim. Every word spat was correct.