I remember when my grandpa had a garden full of hibiscus, plumeria and many other various flowers. He always put the flowers in my hair, and he always said I looked like a little Hawaiian girl, where he was from.
I called my grandpa, “Papa.” Papa was also a great cook. All he had to do was taste something from a restaurant, and he could recreate it. He was the same with music. He bought a keyboard just to have fun with it, but soon enough he was playing and singing a whole song. He made it look so easy, so I tried to do it myself. It was harder than I thought. That was what Pap…