I am writing this to make peace with my past for there is much there I have not understood until now. In accepting it, I may move on at last. Before I knew of the things I now record in these pages, I lived a life filled with uncertainties. Perhaps you know of that feeling, when you are filled with little pinholes that show up in the light and you wait for the answers that can make you whole.
This is a story of how I found those answers. I found them
in the stories of
different people. Do not judge them harshly for they are a part of me. And
maybe you
will see a part of you in them. After all, do we not belong in each others'
stories?
- based on Arlene Chai's The Last Time I Saw Mother
