Echoes of Her
(2025)
Each time we arrived at the door,
I'd see Grandmasitting on a small stool in her red top,
waiting for us. Hernaturally curly, silver-streaked hair would catch the sunlight,
glistening softly, while the window was adorned withlilies-patterned window film.
Back then, I didn't understandthe bond between them.
I only noticed that Mum seemed tosoften in Grandma's presence,
while Grandma would alwayschat about old times with her,
sewing clothes as she spoke.
After Grandma passed away suddenly, I recall Mum's firstwords were,
'I've lost my mother' Yet soon after,
shedisposed of all Grandma's belongings, as if erasing everytrace.
I couldn't understand-should those memories truly beforgotten?
Or was Mum simply letting the pain fade in her own way?
Growing up, I came to realise that women of differentgenerations
handle memories differently.
Grandmotherstitched recollections into fabric;
Mum chose concealment;
I seek to preserve them through design.
I weave elements like crimson, lilies, and natural curls into my work,
hoping memories needn't be burdensome ,
that they might insteadunfold endlessly, allowing love to be seen.