My Daughter's First Words Back

My daughter had a severe stroke at thirty-four. For eleven weeks she could not speak. Our family prayed together every single evening — my husband, my son, my daughter's husband, all of us crowded into that hospital room. On a Tuesday morning in October, with no warning and no medical explanation the neurologist was willing to offer, she opened her eyes and said my name. Clear as a bell. Her speech therapist said she had never seen recovery at that speed. I know what happened in that room every evening. I know exactly what happened.