my modern artefact

I had written that I wanted to publish children’s books as my career aspiration in my elementary school yearbook.

I was ten.

And today, when I held one of the first-pressed, hand-bound incarnations of a children’s book that I guided through the assembly line that is the publishing world, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Not that it was the first book that I had worked on; it wasn't. Nor that I had even written it—because it wasn’t mine in that sense. But I had edited it and brought it back to life for generations to enjoy. And there’s a beauty and accomplishment in that.

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