My Story: I bloomed in England, where violets curled around my curves like soft secrets. I once served tea to delicate hands, laughter echoing in parlors scented with flowers and dreams. Years passed quietly until I was chosen for a new beginning. Across the ocean I traveled, landing gently in Canada. Now, I hold not tea, but light—my flame flickers with the memory of every petal, every pour. I am reborn, still graceful, still useful. Just… different.