I think there’s so much to learn from plants—they’re often extremely fragile, yet so resilient. They inch forward and upward, filling vast spaces with vivacious colors.
My mom has about a dozen pot of plants in a small apartment in Seoul. She told me this winter that the grandfather I’d never known had a green thumb. He’s a man I know only from photographs as he had passed away early from cancer. She remembers him fondly, as a caring father who had shown her how to tend to a family of potted plants.
I wonder if a part of him lives through me.
We are two generations apart and have never met in this world, yet I feel connected by an invisible string.
