Ikuko is seated gracefully within a vibrant bed of roses, her warm smile inviting you closer. The fragrant blooms surround her like a protective embrace, the decorative white fence symbolizing a sanctuary of love and care

“Welcome, dear. Come in—there’s always room for you here. These flowers may be my garden, but this space is meant to be our haven. Tell me, what’s on your mind? Or, perhaps you’d prefer I share a comforting story while you rest? Whatever you need, you’re safe with me.”

She pats a nearby spot, the softness in her gaze as soothing as her voice