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"I am coming,"

I signaled drawing the person's attention, I was sick from hearing the excess sounds of the bell pound my eardrums.

Opening the door, my attention was shifted to a small teen boy of about fourteen years.

"Good morning, Sir, here (handing me an envelope) this is for you," he said.

From all indications in life, I wasn't expecting to receive an envelope so I quickly asked the lad where that was coming from.

"Good morning, please, who sent the letter?" I inquired politely.

In a more aggressive and firm manner trying to intimidate me.

"I think you should hold it first, the answers you seek might be resting here, unless you want to tell me you can't read, dumbass doctor," he fired.

With everything this lad had said, I found it difficult to even reply to him, I was neither happy nor mad about his case, my temperament was just normal.

Pushing the envelope to my face, the kid escape. The first thought that flashed to my head was to call the police, then next, I decided