My mother tells me that while we were waiting in the car one windy day, Dad came out of a house to find that I had taken a whole box of tissues and let them go, one by one, out the car window. All the lawns down tha block were strewn with flowered white tissues. Dad spent the next half hour picking them up. After that, I never played with the tissues again, and I began making house calls too.
These visits fascinated me; even then I was aware that Dad seemed to be able to fix things. I would see looks of concern （n的发音不到位，应该舌前部触及上颌，应能感到鼻音）and worry melt into smiles and thank-yous. These people seemed to just love my dad.
It was amazing. I knew even then that part of the magic that surrounded my father was his great compassion and his ability to gently reassure his patients. And I know now that Dad reassured us all. （a 是反e音， ur 舌头应该再紧张一点。）
