Lucas nodded solemnly, a maturity in his demeanor that seemed both too small and too large for his tiny frame. “It’s okay, Dad. I don’t need those toys to have fun.”

I smiled, feeling a swell of pride and sadness at his resilience. “And you don’t need to be around people who don’t respect you, either.”

The doorbell rang just then, a frantic jingle that echoed through the quiet house. I knew who it was before I even opened the door. My father stood there, his usually composed face etched with worry.

“Virgil, please,” he implored as I stepped aside to let him in. “We need to talk.”

I gestured for him to sit while I poured us both a cup of coffee, the silence between us growing thick with unspoken tension. Finally, I broke the stalemate.

“You’re here about Derek,” I stated, more than asked.

Dad nodded. “He’s on the verge of losing his job. There’s been talk… some issues with his behavior. He needs help, and I thought maybe you could reach out to him, offer some guidance.”

I leaned back in my chair, sipping the coffee and letting its warmth seep into me. “And this has what to do with me?”

“The family needs to stick together,” he said, his voice firm but with an undercurrent of desperation. “No matter what.”

I chuckled, a bitter sound. “Funny. Yesterday, it seemed like Derek got to decide what family means. And he made it very clear where Lucas and I stand.”

“That was a mistake,” Dad admitted, a rare concession. “He was wrong. We were wrong.”

I looked at him, seeing not the stern patriarch of my childhood, but an old man grappling with the consequences of his own lessons on manhood. “Derek needs to learn that actions have consequences,” I said softly. “And maybe this is his chance. Maybe losing this job will be his wake-up call.”

Dad stared into his coffee cup, his expression a mix of regret and reflection. “You really want to teach him a lesson, don’t you?”

I thought of Lucas, of the courage it took for a six-year-old to face such senseless cruelty. “No,” I replied. “I want him to understand what it means to be family. And maybe this is the only way he’ll learn.”

As Dad left, I knew we were on the brink of a change—not just for Derek, but for our family as a whole. It was time to redefine what strength and love meant to us, even if it took a painful journey to get there.