My Story: I was crafted in China, where brush and bloom met with precision. My roses—one pale, one bold—spoke of grace and contrast, of quiet strength. I once held tea in elegant company, admired but untouched. Then came a new purpose. I journeyed to Canada, where warm hands gave me a second life. Now, a gentle flame flickers within me. I no longer pour warmth—I radiate it. My story has changed, but my beauty remains.