Debut
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine writing this blog. I grew up in a house where books lined every shelf, but I was never quite the reader everyone expected me to be. Still, when I did pick up a book, I was swept away. But what truly called to me was writing, whether it was school essays, love letters to my parents, MUN articles, or the stories I shared on my blog. This summer, I sat before my laptop determined to write. What began as a writeup or two for my blog account, soon became four, then five, and before I knew it, even more. The words piled up, and suddenly it wasn’t just a bunch of stories, it was something whole. Could this really be happening? Was I really doing this? If you’d asked five year old me whether I’d publish a book someday, she’d laugh and say YES, not because she loved writing, but because she never stopped dreaming big. I owe her this book. I owe it to the people who stood beside her: my parents and brother with their steady support, my friends who were ne...