Cole Faulkner headed deeper into his house.
He stopped before a door and gently pushed it open. Inside, his daughter sat on the bed, reading a book.
She had been sickly for as long as he could remember. For years, he had watched her struggle with one illness after another. Her frail body was unable to withstand even the slightest change in weather.
But now, she was finally getting better. A healthy, rosy pink had returned to her cheeks. She no longer looked as pale and fragile as she once had.
Cole stood at the doorway, watching her quietly. He smiled fondly.
"Father, is that you?"
Cole opened the door slowly and entered. "How did you know?"
The young woman smiled. "I just did."
"How are you feeling, love?" Cole bent and kissed her on the head.
"I'm feeling great." The woman beamed. She looked outside the window and watched the rain fall. "I haven't even caught a cold despite the weather. It's a miracle."
