If you were to look up my name in a dictionary:

“Yue (悦)” — a spark of joy that illuminates the ordinary.

“Yao (瑶)” — a gem polished by time that quietly glows.

These given meanings reflect my personality.

But as a multilingual, I’ve had the privilege to weave new threads into my identity.

I go by Willow — a tree that mourns softly, touches with grace, yet stands rooted and adaptive through storms.