A Letter To My Doctor


Dear Doctor,

I hope you’re doing well. We seldom remember to ask about your well being. Thank you for taking up the responsibility of our health during the pandemic. The panic attached to it, made us unmindful of the sacrifices you make to give us a healthier life.

I wonder how you endure the sleepless nights caring for strangers and the risk of exposure to constant danger with insufficient protective gear.

                                                                     


 Despite your unconditional service to humanity, our expectations never end. We often forget that our responsibilities are mutual towards each other. Though the change in attitude will take some time, I’d like to start by saying thank you.

Thank you for continuing to care for us tirelessly🤗

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