This short story revolves around the idea of belonging to two worlds, and having to deal with the challenges that arise from navigating the two. It is based on my own experience and feelings during that point in my life. I've come a long way since and seeing that progression as a person is encouraging. While reading it, you might be able to relate in the way that even with people around you it can feel like you've got nobody; meanwhile, other people seem to be fully supported by their family and friends.

The story takes a dreamlike feel when it comes to explaining the environment in which it takes place. The reason for this is that I once had a dream when I was much younger that was very similar to what goes on in the story. The dream focused on my loss of connection that I felt from not really having a relationship with my grandparents. For context, both of my grandparents lived in a different city; I did see them every year or second year but not frequent enough to solidify any significant bond.

Another misfortune was that my time with either of my grandfathers was cut short, early on in my life. One died from lung cancer when I was seven. While we were banned from visiting my other grandfather due to him alleging that my brother and I weren't actually related to him; so as you could imagine my dad dissolved all contact, I don't blame him for this. Missing guidance from a grandfather is something that affected me during my teenage years when I think back on it. I've learned to not let it hold me back, but I wanted to express what I went through.