Circles, wheels, whirligigs, fans…Thomas was obsessed with spinning, rolling, twirly things. His parents humored their special boy. How could they not? It was the only thing that kept him calm.
When he was old enough to swing a hammer, he started to build elaborate contraptions. Thomas had little use for school, no friends, and rarely spoke, but wheels were something he inately understood.
As Thomas grew up and his parents older, they worried how he would manage when they were gone. But news of Thomas’ fantastical creations gained him fame and lucrative commissions. Thomas had a gift. He’d be fine.