Maya sat by the window, staring at the potted aloe vera resting on the sill. Its thick, pointed leaves stretched upward like it was reaching for freedom from the clay pot. She admired its stubbornness—the way it thrived with little care, just occasional sunlight and water.
To her, aloe vera was more than a plant. It was a reminder of resilience. She remembered the first time she had discovered its benefits. Her grandmother had broken off a fleshy leaf, slicing it open to reveal the cool, jelly-like substance inside.