I sat in the breakfast corner with my four-year-old son, Matthew, trying to ignore the ache in my stomach. I was still recovering from a surgery. I hoped for strength and happiness. But the future seemed so hopeless. I'd always wanted five or six kids. Three surgeries later, that dream would never come true.
Matthew jumped up from his spot on the kitchen floor. "Bird!" he shouted, rushing to the sliding door. Sure enough, there was a white dove(鸽子) seated on a rubber tree. It sat there for a few moments, and then flew away. I'd never seen one in our neighbourhood before.
When I dragged myself to the kitchen the next morning, the dove was back. This time it was with a mate carrying twigs(嫩枝). "Look, Matthew," I said, pointing to the tree. "They're going to make a nest." The doves flew in and out of the courtyard all the week, building on the top of the rubber tree. Matthew could hardly contain his excitement. Every morning, he'd run into the kitchen and take his spot by the sliding door, talking to the birds while they worked. As much as I was grieving(感到悲伤), I couldn't help but look forward to the doves' visits too. We watched their progress as if it were a real-life soap opera unfolding before us. I'd do the cooking and for a moment, my pain disappeared, replaced by joy.
Then it all went wrong. The courtyard was a safe enough spot for a nest, but the rubber tree's broad, thin leaves were far from stable. One night, a strong wind blew through, throwing the doves' nest to the ground. I heard the twigs break apart. Nothing good ever lasts. I wouldn't blame the doves if they never came back. But they returned. And they paid no attention to the pile of sticks that had once been their nest. They started again from scratch(从头开始), though the wind destroyed all their hard work. The next day, and the next, they renewed their efforts, as if nothing had happened.
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I knew I had to do something.
"The birds were back!" Matthew announced.
