When I was Fourteen

Das Mädchen mit der schönen Figur
(The Girl with the Beautiful Figure)

Mum liked to see the woman doctor who had her consulting rooms a few blocks down the road from where we lived. The woman doctor was always duely concerned about Mum’s heart condition. Mum used to praise her a lot for saying kind words to her whenever she visited. Naturally Frau Doktor would prescribe the right kind of medicine too. In other words she was a very praiseworthy doctor. Her waiting room was never short of patients.

Once Mum sent me to see Frau Doktor. I think it had something to do with my irregular periods. The doctor’s sister lived with the doctor on the premises. She was the one who always received the patients. She liked to talk and was friendly with everyone.

While I was waiting my turn, the doctor’s sister started to talk to me. It did not take her long before she told me, that she had been watching me walking along the street. She said I had caught her eye because of my very erect posture. She also mentioned that she always thought of me as ‘The Girl with the Beautiful Figure’. Was I, a fourteen year old, embarrassed by all this talk? – – –
My word I was!

4 thoughts on “When I was Fourteen

  1. What a lovely compliment though 🙂 My daughter is fourteen now, and everyone tells me how beautiful she’s turning out and what a lovely figure she has already……I think far from being embarrassed, she’s rather pleased to hear it!
    I think young teenagers nowadays aren’t as modest as they used to be 🙂

  2. I’m glad to hear your daughter isn’t embarrassed about the compliments. I wished I had been less embarrassed at that age! Thanks for visiting my blog, Munira, and for your comment. I always love to hear from you.

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