Create your own heaven!
That’s what my grandmother always told me, with the softest smile as she sat on the edge of the bed. It was the room by the entrance—the room where the first morning light kissed the walls, the room where bedtime stories were spun like magic, the room filled with the quiet flicker of a candle that never seemed to burn out. The shelves were stacked with jars, each one cradling thick pieces of aloe in mid-maceration, waiting to be turned into something healing. I remember taking the old, worn powder from the shelf, opening the lid, and marveling at its smooth, fine texture. It was as timeless as the memories we shared.

“It’s as old as forever,” she told me, her voice soft and gentle, her every wrinkle a testament to a life lived with grace. My grandmother was, without a doubt, the kindest, most loving woman in my entire world. Read more