The Little Clinic
In Your Child's story world stood a little clinic full of smiles. Its sign read, “Your Child's Happy Clinic,” and the little doctor was ready to care.
Run a happy storybook clinic, listen to frightened patients and carry care to a lonely neighbour.
Read all 16 pages as simple text. The finished book will use your child's name, age, gender and images.
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In Your Child's story world stood a little clinic full of smiles. Its sign read, “Your Child's Happy Clinic,” and the little doctor was ready to care.
Your Child put on a white coat and arranged the desk. With a stethoscope around the neck, the little doctor opened the door with a smile.
Rafi arrived feeling feverish and worried. Your Child checked his temperature and listened kindly, helping the little patient feel less afraid.
Mita had hurt her knee while playing. In the story clinic, Your Child cared for the small scrape and gave her a bandage covered in stars.
A teacher arrived with a croaky voice. Your Child offered a seat and listened as the teacher said how much storytelling was missed.
An older man came with an aching knee. Your Child pulled up a comfortable chair and gently asked where it hurt most.
Nila stood by the door in tears because clinics frightened her. Your Child sat nearby and said, “We can talk first.”
Your Child let Nila look at the stethoscope and explained its sounds. Nila asked questions and felt ready for the storybook check-up.
A young footballer arrived with a sore ankle. Your Child listened to how the match had gone and made a quiet place for a rest.
A tailor showed a tiny cut on a finger. Your Child gave careful attention and a little bandage, and the tailor offered a grateful smile.
A boy came with a sore tummy. Your Child asked when it had started and let him finish his story without rushing.
Soon, the waiting room filled up. Your Child welcomed each patient by name and placed colourful storybooks where the children could reach.
Someone brought news of an older neighbour too weak to visit. In the story, Your Child packed a care bag and went to see her.
Your Child sat beside the neighbour and listened to her worries. “Now I don't feel so alone,” she said with a gentle smile.
Back at the clinic, a colourful envelope waited on the desk. Patients had written, “You listen and care. Thank you!”
Your Child hung the cards on the clinic wall and put everything away. Tomorrow would bring another storybook morning of helping people smile.