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I never thought of home as something special. It was just there. It was just something I took for granted. Until one day, when I opened my eyes and realized that my home is a privilege on the verge of disappearing. As a child, I loved playing with dandelions. We used to make "soup" from young dandelions or make dolls out of them. Dandelion is one of the plants that I will always associate with my childhood and home. In this illustration, I decided to use dandelions as a symbol of the fragility of home, memory, and transformation. I wanted to convey the bittersweet feeling of uncontrollable loss or letting go of something beautiful. The digits in the half-frame represent  the digits of my first phone number, which I still remember almost 30 years later. This frame with the repeating phone number is like a partial attempt to hold on to what once was. Memories of my home and childhood that are being scattered by the wind of time.