While a large part of me wanted to repeat this better timeline permanently, I decided to make this my last day in it. I still wanted to see my great-grandmother in the past, and the curiosity of what she was like was tearing me apart like a sheet of paper. As impulsive as that decision was, at that moment, it felt like it had been entirely logical. Oh, what a fool I was… The whole situation reminded me of the fairy tale of The Fisherman and His Wife; for everything that I had been given, I still wanted more and more, never being satisfied. I could have visited every year possible and still wanted more. That’s my problem; I’m never thankful for what I have and always want more. I’m not a good person, to be completely honest with you.
“You know where I’ve always wanted to go?” I asked my d
