Thank you, Mom.

For seeing beauty where others don’t and for teaching me to do the same. For your relentless curiosity, your fearless spirit, and your love for nature’s quiet miracles.

It was your summers spent roaming the small Croatian islands, diving into the endless blue, sharing laughter and meals with locals that led you to the discovery of Smilje—a locally guarded flower, cherished for its ability to heal the skin.

At a time when every promise wrapped in a bottle failed to soothe my psoriasis, your flower did. You believed in nature when I had lost all hope.