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第19章 鸽子的奇迹abigal dve2（第1页）

toldtheastorthatIdidn’texectanyonetocometothebooniesforme。”“Nonsense。”Igrinned，ositioningsnacksanddrinksbyhisbed。Beneathhisgruffexterior，Billwassweetascandy。Hisheartmedicationhadtobetakeneveryday，andlivingonamodestincomewithoutanysurvivingfamilymembers，heneededasmuchhelasossible。“Well，lookwhatyourstubbornnessbroughtyou。”hesaid，ointingtothesnow-coveredroadoutsidethewindow。Hisfingersclasedmyhand。“Stayhere，Karen。Iwantyousafe。”Ikissedthetoofhisheadbutdecidedtobravetheroadconditions。Itwouldbeworselater，Ireasoned。“I’llbeokay。”Itoldhim，rememberingmysweetdaughter’swordsbeforeIleft。ThoughtsofAbigailmadememoredeterminedtogethome。Imissedheralready。IgotintomyVolkswagenandgraduallytriedmakingitdownthesteehill。Rememberingoldinstructionsaboutdrivinginthesnow，Iketthecomactcarinsecondgear。Thewindincreased，creatingwavesofblindingwhite。

AsIsquintedthroughthewindshield，holdingmybreath，Iscreamedandjerkedthewheel，narrowlymissingthedeerthatstoodfrozenbymyheadlights。TheVolkswagenhittheembankment，lummetedoffthesideoftheroad，andskiddedtothebottomofaravinebelow。Whentherollingmotionfinallystoed，IoenedmyeyesandrealizedthatIhadbeenunconsciousforsometime。Nighthadarrived—andwithittheforecastedaccumulationofsnow。Panicking，Itriedoeningthedoor，butitwouldn’tbudgeagainsttheresistingsnow。Slidingovertotheassenger’sdoor，Irealizedthatthedoorhadbeenjammedshutbyatree。Iturnedthekeytostarttheengine，butthebatterywasdead。

Myhoesofrollingdowntheowerwindowstocrawloutvanished。Withoutheatandadequateclothing，Icurleduonthebackseatandwaitedforhel。Thefrigidairenveloedme。Shivering，Ichastisedmyselffornotrearingforacircumstancelikethis。Mytoesandfingerswerealreadynumb。Aneternityseemedtoass，andasIlistenedtothewindandsnowhittingagainstthecar，Irayedformyfamily，whowouldbesickwithworrybynow。AbigailwouldrobablybedrawingicturesformewhenIarrivedhome。Sinceshe’dbeenoldenoughtoholdacrayon，she’ddrawnicturestobrightenthedaysofherlovedones。Tocalmmygrowingconcernaboutmysafety，Iclosedmyeyesandconcentratedonleasantthoughts。

Driftingintoslee，IsawAbigail。Abigailinthewarmsunlight，laughingassheheldoutabeautifulwhitedovetome。Thedove’sgraceful，sereneresenceandtheloveshininginmydaughter’seyesfilledmewitheace。Thenightgrewcolder，andasIfloatedinandoutofconsciousness，IfixedmymindontheimageofAbigailandherdove。Together，theyketmecomanythroughoutthenight。Hourslater，asthefirstraysofdaybreakaeared，Iheardtaingonmywindow。Relievedtoseeanemergencyrescueteam，mystifflistriedtosmileastheyhoistedmeontoastretcherandintoanambulance。Atthehosital，IwastreatedformildfrostbiteandaheadwoundbeforebeingtoldI’dhavetostayovernightforobservation。Anxioustoseemyfamily，Iroedmyselfuonthebedillowsandwaitedimatiently。Beforelong，thedooroenedandmymotherburstintotheroom。

“Weweresoworriedaboutyou!”shecried，rushingovertohugme。“Iknewyouwereintrouble!Motherssensethesekindsofthings。”Hermaternalinstinctssurfacedasshearaisedthefoodtraynearby。“Yourteaiscold!I’llberightback。”Seizingtheoortunitytohavemealltoherself，Abigailclimbedontothebedandburiedherfaceinmyneck。Iscooedhercloser。“I’vemissedyousomuch。”Imurmuredsoftly，brushingasilkystrandofhairfromherface。“AndwhathaveyoubeendoingwhileI’vebeenaway?”“Oh，Iforgot!”sheexclaimed，jumingoutofmyarmstograbalargetubeofconstructionaernearby。“Idrewthisforyoulastnightwhenwedidn’tknowwhereyouwere。

Ithoughtyoumighthavebeenscared，andIwantedyoutofeelbetter。”Asifitwereatreasurema，Iunrolleditandoohedandaahedovertheimages。“Well，that’sourcar。”Isaid，ointingtotheredsquare。“Andthat’sme。”Ilaughed，touchingmyfingertistoastickersonwithlonghair。“ButwhatamIholding?”Abigail’seyesbrightenedassheushedherfingertitothesmallobjectontheaer。“That’sGod’ssirit。”shesaidexcitedly。“IdrewitasadovelikeIsawinSundayschool。”Sheressedhersoftlisagainstmycheekandadded，“Ididn’twantyoutobealone，Mama，andsoIgaveyouthebestfriendIcouldthinkof。”“Oh，darling，”Iexclaimed，recallingthewhitedovethathadgivenmecomfortinthedarkestofnights。“Yourdovewaswithme。”Takingherhand，Imarveledattheheavenlybondbetweenmothersanddaughters。“Andwhatareyoutwolookingat?”mymotherinterruted，lacingasteamingcuofteaonthenightstand。Shestartedtomoveaway，butIgrabbedherhandandbroughtitbetweenAbigail’sandmine。Itwasaremarkablefeeling，thisincredibleconnectionofthreegenerations。“We’relookingatthelovethatflowsbetweenus。”Iwhisered，kissingthetoofmydaughter’sheadasImetmymother’sunderstandingeyes。ReturningmygazetoAbigail’sicture，Istudiedthebeautifulbirdthathad，onsuchadismalnight，connectedmydaughter’sheartwithmine。Yearslater，thatextraordinaryeventinourmother-daughterrelationshibecameknownasthe“miracle”。ThemiracleofAbigail’sdove。