Selling my private practice

Today, this old clinic is being sold. Since quitting work at this place 14 years ago, I am least concerned about this building. Yes, dreams and hopes were rammed into this house 31 years ago. My father used to dream with me at my own practice. He had helped us at the office for several years until he could not attend there by himself. It might be the last and biggest filial piety to my father. 

Honestly, I was not so much indulged in managing this practice. It was worth, however, working children for some years. I have given my cell phone number to patients and their parents when close observation was necessary or emergency could happen on them. Their phone numbers are still kept in my smartphone. I thought someday they should had needed my advice on phone even after closing my practice. Almost nothing! I am still their doctor while I am only a guy involved with in the past. Most of them might have grown up now. It is the time for me to delete those phone numbers.

The zelkova tree on the western side of the building has prevented from harsh sunray in the sunset. From my room on the 2nd floor, I used to see my father dragging his feet to his car after the lunch time duty as a clerk.
 

The reception room. My father used to be concerned about the books for the children in the book shelf. There used to be famous fairy tales or even books on peace. 

The examination room. It was not digitalized but was equipped with rhinoscope. 

The time as a pedicatrician is now completely over. I should step out now.

To make a sales contract, I would leave for a town nearby with my wife now.