Growing up, I was surrounded by a flower known as Aibika, or Abelmoschus. This subshrub, native to regions,  was more than just a plant; it was a cornerstone of my childhood. My sister and I would gather the vibrant blooms to craft imaginary feasts, transforming our playtime into a realm of pure creativity.

Years later, while exploring my campus in search of inspiration, I encountered this familiar flower once again. It served as a poignant bridge between my past and present, reminding me of my roots and identity. That simple flower, which once ignited my childhood imagination, continues to inspire me today.