Just fixed a chair that had been creaking for months

It was the one by the window, the one I’ve sat in every time someone came in with their hair split at the ends and their eyes already tired from the day. I didn’t know what to do—just kept tightening screws until I found the real issue: a loose bracket under the seat that no one ever sees. Took me two hours, but now it’s silent. Not even a whisper. Sometimes the quietest things are the ones that hold everything together.