“The Daniel Rule,” he said.
“That’s your dad’s name.”
He was quiet for a moment.
“They named a rule after Dad?”
“They did.”
He straightened up.
Looked out the window at nothing in particular.
His voice was steady when he spoke, steadier than I expected.
“Then he can still see it,” Noah said.
“Right?
Like — it’s not just sand anymore.
It stays.”
I couldn’t answer right away.
“Yeah, baby,” I finally said.
“It stays.”
He went back outside.
I heard the stick scraping in the dirt again a minute later.
Drawing something.
Building something.
The way he always does.
The flag was still on the windowsill where he’d left it that morning.
I picked it up and set it on the table next to the letter.
Two small things.
Both still standing.
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Some people try to tear down what others build — but they can never touch the love behind it.
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