Daniel entered Noah’s room later that night.
The wooden sailboat sat on the bedside table.
Noah was back in his wheelchair.
Daniel sat beside him.
Why didnt you tell me you wanted to practice moving by yourself?
Noah looked down.
Because you always say no.
Daniel felt the words hit him immediately.
I say no because I’m scared something will happen to you.
Noah nodded.
I know.
Then he looked at his father.
But I’m scared too.
Daniel became quiet.
Noah continued.
I don’t want to be scared forever.
Daniel looked toward the wheelchair.
For months, he had seen it as something that kept his son safe.
Noah saw it differently.
It helped him move.
But it did not define every movement he was allowed to make.
Daniel picked up the wooden sailboat.
Your grandfather gave me this when I was your age.
Noah smiled.
Rachel told me.
Daniel laughed softly.
Of course she did.
Then Noah asked.
Can we practice tomorrow?
Daniel’s first instinct was to say he should rest.
Instead, he looked at his son.
Then he nodded.
Yes.
But this time I’m watching from the room.
Noah smiled.
Deal.
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