Sometimes I wonder—what if all the silly, ridiculous things I do here are being perfectly mirrored in some parallel universe far, far away, somewhere past the moon, behind the stars, in the gentle mess of space?

And if that’s true… there must be a way to peek in, right? Just a tiny window, or maybe a cosmic peephole to see that other me.

Imagine it!

I’d have two families.

Two cozy homes to sneak off to whenever I mess up. Two mothers handing me pocket money every week, maybe even on the same day.

Double the love. Double the snacks.

But what if—what if—there aren’t just two worlds?

What if there are thousands? Millions? A whole parade of parallel realities dancing around us like bubbles in soda?

I’d be a billionaire. Just from allowance money.

First Mother! Second Mother! If you’re out there—I’m right here! Just a little to the left of the Milky Way. Waving!

And of course, in every one of those worlds, my mother would have a child just like me. Mischievous. Loud. Stubborn. With a backpack full of half-finished ideas and fully finished chocolate wrappers.

But if parallel worlds do exist…

Tell me

Is there someone special you’d like to meet again?