i once thought the butterfly effect was stupid, i was twelve. who was i to know better?
but i think about it a lot now. if my grandma never moved here to korea when my mom was only shy of one year old, then i wouldn't be writing this. if my mom never decided to board the plane and instead run away, she'd probably wouldn't marry my mother- which i'm still debating if that's a good or bad thing. if my mom took a bath instead, i probably wouldn't exist.
i also now constantly think about my past just like my mom did when she was my age, every little decision that seemed insignificant ended up with me writing this. if i chose another book genre like mystery and crime instead of a memoir for my book report, then i wouldn't have been an author.
if i never found my mom's "secret spot" of her old diaries, then i wouldn't have been writing this.
