The Nice Thing About Strangers
Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
In Case of a Tie
“Your bow is undone,” her older sister whispers, holding up one end of the blue sash that should be tied at the back of her little sister’s frilly dress. Big sister begins to draw the strands together, but the little girl quietly demurs. The girl moves along the kneeler like a balance beam, walking carefully across the narrow space in front of her family. They are lined up in the pew before Mass, waiting for the music to begin.
Her mother extends a hand to help, but the little girl taps Mom’s knee politely and keeps walking down the line. She passes her brother, her other sister, and comes to a stop in front of Dad.
“Daddy, you’re the best tie-er.” She turns her back to him. His thick fingers set to work, making a neat bow. She glances over her shoulder briefly, but stops as though checking his efforts would be a vote of no-confidence. “You’re the best because you’re in the Navy.” Dad grins, receives her hug of gratitude, and smirks as the girl whispers to her siblings, “Dad can tie ropes on ships, or leashes for dolphins, and everybody’s shoelaces. He’s the best.”
–Colorado
Budapest, Hungary
The Nice Thing About Strangers 
To this day I still can’t quite get the tie quite right lol!
Sculptures like these are so life like it’s amazing 🙂
I never can get it right either. I usually tuck the tied part of my shoes in, so no one will see. 🙂
Paige
That’s cute 😀 lol
Dad’s are the best tie-rs! Even my cowboy dad could toe a mean bow. Maybe because he worked with ropes as well.
Dad’s are pretty special. 🙂
Marvelous as always!
Thank you, I liked this post