So, when cooking for his son and doing these small acts of kindness, his father felt rejuvenated, as if he was providing for his son, not necessarily using money, but providing what he could.
After they finished eating, Noah reached into his wallet and withdrew a substantial amount of cash, placing it on the table in front of his father.
"Dad, here's a thousand dollars, just in case you need anything during the day. I'll be heading to the dojo for training. Do you need anything from me on the way?"
Alan looked at the cash with obvious surprise, his hand moving to push the money back toward his son.
"I'm fine, and there's really no need for so much money," he protested.
Noah gently stopped his father's hand before it could return the cash.
He insisted patiently. "It's fine, Dad. Keep it," he said with warm firmness that gave no room for argument.
Alan sighed with acceptance, recognising the futility of arguing with his son's obvious determination.
