“Granda!”, I came running over to him. “Can you tie my laces?”. Back then, he stood much higher than me. His gaze broke from the school buildings around us and he peered down. First to my little round face, then to the task ahead.

The torpor was already affecting him.

Slowly, like a mass of stone coming to life, he moved. I almost felt the ground shudder as the Titan knelt. With slow, surgeon like precision, he began. Looping the laces back and forth.

Soon the operation was over. I remember smiling and running off, back into my childhood. I hope he remembered. I hope you know now.

It took me an hour to undo your knot.

Granda

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