Our family life has been shaped by circumstances beyond our control—an adjustment to the hand we’ve been dealt.

My mum turns to plants when she hasn’t been able to nurture her children, using them as something she can tend to and care for—quietly sustaining life even in fragile moments, reflecting themes of care, growth, and survival.

Returning home, I begin to embed myself back into my mother’s presence, relearning what it means to be my mother’s daughter.