我的父亲让我觉得他是一个奇迹_大学英语阅读

我的父亲让我觉得他是一个奇迹

We would talk about pretty much anything on those drives: Dad seemed to know everything about everything. And he liked to listen to us. Sometimes we could just be quiet, and watch the miles roll along beneath us.

He could tell you how long a mile was. But what I did not know was that he was checking the odometer the whole time. Those magical corner stores? He just knew the countryside so well that he knew exactly when to ask if I wanted a snack, to make it seem like a store just dropped out of the sky onto the side of a country road, merely because he wanted it so. I only figured it out a few years ago, because something inside me did not want to lose that magical quality.

But Dad could make magic happen.

When I was about 6, he took me out on a calving call. It was a snowy night. We parked the car at the side of the road, but the barn was nowhere to be seen. Standing there, in blissful confusion, I was unconcerned because my father was there with me and I knew nothing bad would happen.

Out of the darkness a jingling sound emerged, getting louder and seeming to come from every direction.

I was young enough to hope that it could be Santa with his reindeer sleigh (for Christmas was on the horizon), and I waited hopefully. A light bobbed along across the field, and I watched with open-mouthed wonder as a horse-drawn sleigh drew up beside us. “The drive is too full of snow,” my dad explained, “so they came to pick us up in the sleigh.”