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

I don’t know whether that was true or not. To be honest, I don’t really care if it was. The truth of that night was a horse-drawn sleigh ride through the snowy dark of night, huddled up under a rough woollen blanket that smelled of horses, and cuddling my dad’s arm. I don’t remember much else of that night, but that journey stayed with me for a lifetime.

In time, my dad let me be magic.

While he treated the animals and chatted with the clients, who had become his friends, I was allowed the run of the barn. And run I did: chasing semi-feral barn cats everywhere, trying to catch just one so that I could pet it and hear it purr. I would return to where my dad was working, carrying my feline trophy with pride. Inevitably, the farmer would glance over, do a double-take and say: “That cat’s near on wild. No one has been able to pet that one in forever.” I would beam and snuggle it a little tighter, then let it go.

Even after I became an adult, my dad was magic.

He and my mother were very progressive in their way of raising me, encouraging me to get an education and career, and then think about a husband and family. But they let me choose my own way to get there, and didn’t say a whole lot when I chose a different order of accomplishing those things.

My dad got my mother onto a plane for the first time to fly over the Atlantic so that she could be there for my wedding in Britain and to meet her grandson for the first time.