Olivia, my grandmother, was a woman of grace and warmth, known for her sun-kissed skin and the delicate rose-scented fragrance that followed her everywhere. In Washington, DC, she cultivated a stunning rose garden that thrived in her front yard, where she spent countless hours, face to flowers, cherishing their beauty. Though I never had the chance to meet her, I feel her presence through the stories and the legacy of her garden, which continues to bloom with the same vibrance she brought into the world.