...write "My girlfriend, Maya, is here." You hope that, in this reality, you were still able to date Maya, a 15-year-old who was in the same classes as you. That is, when you had classes.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings. You open the door and see Maya. She is dressed in denim shortalls with a flower on the front, and her curly brown hair is pulled into pigtails. She pulls the pacifier out of her mouth to say "Hi, Jakey!"
"Hi Maya!" You reply. You wonder why she is dressed like a toddler, until you realize that 1 year olds aren't responsible for dressing themselves, and it was just as likely that your mom could have picked clothes like that for you.
You ask Maya what she thinks of the changes. She says "What changes? Diapy changes?" You then know that she thinks that this new reality is normal. You lead her back to your room, take the journal, and write in "Maya knows what it was like before I made 16 year olds have the responsibilities of 1 year olds."
You close the book and look up at Maya, an she says...