Perhaps they were repaired by refusing to pass them on.
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PART 4 (The End)
Thomas Carter’s letter to his future grandchildren began with four unexpected words.
I hope you are noisy.
Emily laughed when Daniel read them aloud.
Mark looked startled.
Margaret covered her mouth.
They had gathered in Daniel’s office on a rainy Thursday morning, the triplets safely with Claire.
Nobody had known what to expect.
Legal instructions, perhaps.
Advice about money.
Something solemn.
Instead, Thomas had written about noise.
Daniel continued.
I hope you fill your house with the sort of noise that makes adults complain while secretly wishing time would slow down. I hope there are toys under furniture, fingerprints on windows, arguments over desserts, bad singing in the car, and people who know they are allowed to come home after difficult days.
