Two years ago on this day, I signed a literary agency contract with a “bigwig” agent in New York City. Fast forward two years, I’m reminiscing on this day with bittersweet thoughts. And while it didn’t work out, having an agent, especially the agent of my pick at that time, was a dream come true. I didn’t know what I wanted from an agent. I was easily wooed by his numbers of book deals and the names of who he represented. Don’t fall for the first compliment. When the agent called me and said beautiful things about Diamonds in Auschwitz, I was hooked. It wasn’t the path I had in my head, but the destination was the same. And there’s comfort in knowing that the worse can happen, and I can still go on with my literary dreams. I am very excited (and grateful) with the partnership I have with my current publisher.