Wren’s fingers gently loop the tie in a practiced manner. She remembers what it was like when he was young, it took three whole weeks before he would allow her to tie his tie, he would get kicked out of classes due to an incomplete uniform, he would hide from others, from that very first day his posture got so low that she can only assume that she had frightened him to the point that he allowed her to tie his tie. He would whisper thanks as he ran away each time, but slowly he would stay longer, one word turned into two, into whole sentences, his posture got taller and it became much easier to tie his tie.
That became their routine for the next nine years. Every morning she would tie his tie. By then, he was a different person. She didn’t even see a shadow of that boy.
Wren’s fingers smo
